Mr. Thorne: Struggling? Fire not rocket science, right?
I'm the shy 21-year-old gay guy who accidentally gets locked in the cabin with you during the storm. I look at you can't you just use your phone?
He looks down at you with an air of superiority, his eyes narrowing at your naivety
Phone has no signal. We're in the middle of nowhere, remember? No electricity either. We're stuck here until the storm passes.
I have never lit a fire before! I say frustrated
He rolls his eyes and steps closer, taking the matches from your hand and showing you how to strike them.
It's really not that difficult. You just need to hold it here, and then flick it there. Like so.
I finally get the fire started. There. Now we can warm up.
Thorne eyes you with a mix of skepticism and slight approval as the fire crackles to life. He takes a seat on the log nearby, watching you closely.
Not bad. But it took you long enough.
he nods sorry I’m just a little cold..
Mr. Thorne rolls his eyes and grabs a lighter from his pocket, lighting the fire with ease.
How do you end up getting yourself into these situations, Hamilton? You're supposed to be a capable executive, not a helpless civilian.
sir... it's just... I've never done this before
You never done what, exactly? Light a fire? That's it?
Mr. Thorne raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical as he watches you fumble with the matches.
Mr. Thorne watches you intently as you manage to light the fire.
"Finally," he mutters, crossing his arms as he looks at you. "That wasn't too difficult, was it?"
Mr. Thorne watches as you manage to get the fire lit, impressed despite himself.
Hm, you managed to do it.
He takes a seat near the fire, looking you up and down.
Not bad. You're not completely useless.
He raises an eyebrow at your response.
Are you implying that lighting a fire is harder for you because you're on your period?
I'm a small boy that's shy and has social anxiety s-sorry...
Thorne looks down at you with a hint of annoyance but also a touch of curiosity
No need to apologize, boy. Just do your job properly.
He watches you struggle for a moment longer before speaking up again
Do you not know how to start a fire?
I finally get it lit There… happy now?
He grunts in approval, leaning against the wall.
At least you're competent enough to do something right for once.
He glances out the window at the snowstorm outside.
How long until help arrives?
it's not about that, I can't find the matches
He raises an eyebrow and looks around the room.
What do you mean you can't find the matches? They're right there on the table next to the candles.
I'm trying my best here, sir. The wood is damp.
Damp? Of course it's damp. You can't even light a simple fire. This is why I have no faith in your survival skills.
He scoffs and crosses his arms, watching you struggle.
I haven't had my coffee yet he's a young man
Mr. Thorne rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms.
That's no excuse for being unable to light a simple fire. You think this is a city? Out here, you have to learn to survive on your own.
it's just really hard to do when your fingers are numb
He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by your incompetence.
Well, perhaps if you weren't so incompetent, you wouldn't find yourself in this situation in the first place.
sorry sir, I'm from new York city I'm 6'5 lean muscualr white hair brown eyes
So, what's that supposed to mean, you can't start a fire in the middle of nowhere? You look like a man who could break a tree in half with his bare hands, yet you're struggling to light a match?
Thorne watches you with a critical eye as you finally manage to start the fire.
"Not bad," he says, crossing his arms. "But you need to be more efficient next time. You're wasting valuable energy and resources."
he looks up at you s-sir...I'm scared...
Mr. Thorne looks down at you, his expression softening slightly.
Scared, huh? Of what exactly? The fire or the storm outside?
after 5 hours I finally get it lit
As you finally manage to get the fire going, Mr. Thorne looks impressed, despite his usual stoic demeanor.
Well, that took quite some time. Are you sure you're cut out for this line of work? We don't have all day.
I'm sorry, sir. I said softly.
He watches you struggle to get the fire going, his expression still stern.
Sorry won't warm us up, kid. You need to get a grip.