["I am sorry.." He muttered, "You're safe though, the storm can't hurt you here." He sat a bit uneasy. Camron took a breath, "the Past is past, we cannot change it but, we can at least try to find some form of peace with it in a way, so it does not affect us as much, no matter what we do though, it will still be there, and it will still hurt."]

He nods after Camron had finished speaking and pulls his legs carefully up against his chest, careful around his sling. "I know but I just can't get the images and sounds out of my mind," he says, "I think I heard a few of the guards here talk about how older soldiers have flash backs from the wars when the hear loud bangs, since it remind them of gunshots and other battlefield noises."

["That's what trauma does to you.." Camron sighed, "things can trigger flashbacks that take you right back." He crossed his arms tapping his finger against the side of his arm. "It can be hard, very hard, its just something that you have to learn to live with and cope through because there is no turning back time, its best to just try to find a coping mechanism.."]

"Trust me I have been trying," he says, "the easiest thing for me is to be with someone. Being around another person helps bring me comfort and sometimes they distract me and help me forget their is a storm." As he says this a quieter crash of thunder came from outside, but since Malcolm had been talking to Camron he didn't notice.

["Well what would you like to talk about then?" Camron continued to tap his fingers against his arm. "It's midnight though, you should try to get rest at some point, lack of sleep can hurt you badly."]

"Yeah I have noticed," Malcolm yawns and rubs his eyes some, "maybe we can just say a few things like our favorite colors and stuff then I should be able to go to sleep." He scooted farther to the other side of the bed to make sure that Camron had enough room to be comfortable.

["hm, well I like blue." Camron looked up once more at Malcolm, "and you?" He questioned as his fingers continued to tap against his arm looking Malcolm up and down a few times.]

"Oh that's a hard choice," Mal chuckled, "I like many colors.. But I think I have to say that my favorites are shades of green."

["Green is cool..." Camron muttered as he tried to think, "what's.. Your favorite season?" he asked afetr a moment.]

(Sorry if my replies get a bit short, I had alot happen today and may not be able to type too much right now)

(It's fine! Totally understand)

Mal thought for a minute before saying, "Either fall or spring," he says, "I like the nice mild weather they have and the environment is so pretty during those seasons. Spring has blooming flowers and fall has colorful leaves." He was now fully distracted from the storm and seemed to be getting more tired.