Bubble boy and metal man.
Logan
For days now I go and sit with him. We talk for a while, or as long as I can deal with it. He enjoys my company as much as I do his. Even if I rather not admit it. We have much in common as well. Both of us have seen hardships; have dealt with them in our long lives. Me, more so than he in many ways. And he, more so than I.
We aren't sure about my age. But my memory is coming back. Unfortunately it's taking its sweet little time. Or maybe it is better that way. No telling what I have done in my wretched long life.
We believe I am his age at least. Comparing notes and past experiences. He says my eyes are really old, even though my body shows me at the age of a man in his prime.
Eric
He pretends he doesn't care for my company. Yet, he seeks it out each day. He is beginning to remember some of his past. He remembers things that I remember from my childhood. He remembers seeing the newly built statue of liberty, as I do. He remembers the wretched WWII. Some parts at least. Much like I do. I was just a little boy at the time, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Yet, he is remembering it as if it actually were yesterday.
We have become as close to friends as we will ever be. He still doesn't trust me completely. I still don't trust him much either. But he trusts me enough to visit. I could kill him if I wanted. Or at least I could seriously hurt him. He could hurt me if he tried hard enough.
That's why we are separated by the plastic.
"Hi ya bubble boy. Howz the plastic box treating you today." His voice comes over the intercom. He has a smile in his voice.
"Do they know you visit Logan?" Eric asks even though he knows the answer.
"Oh sure, me and chuck are just great bosom friends" Logan answers sarcastically.