[With the trial over, Watson no longer has to put forth the effort to not look like he's about to collapse from pain. Especially after the walk all the way to the train station. He sits in front of the fire rather abruptly, hissing through his teeth at the jolt of pain in his leg. He's not moving anywhere for a while.
If you want to talk to him, you're gonna have to go see him yourself. Later, once the old bullet lodged in his thigh stops trying to kill him again, he'll get up and go talk to people on his own.
Later, you might find him making notes in his journal. He looks deep in thought over it, and keeps looking at people as he does so- not the way he did on the first day, when Watson was still trying to learn about who everyone was; more like he's trying to put together several trains of thought at once.
Still later, he'll be stopping by The Narrator's cabin to pick up a few things- mainly, what's left of the man's cigarettes, and whatever else could be useful that the Narrator would willingly give. Hey, it's a survival situation, they need all the supplies they can get.]
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If you want to talk to him, you're gonna have to go see him yourself. Later, once the old bullet lodged in his thigh stops trying to kill him again, he'll get up and go talk to people on his own.
Later, you might find him making notes in his journal. He looks deep in thought over it, and keeps looking at people as he does so- not the way he did on the first day, when Watson was still trying to learn about who everyone was; more like he's trying to put together several trains of thought at once.
Still later, he'll be stopping by The Narrator's cabin to pick up a few things- mainly, what's left of the man's cigarettes, and whatever else could be useful that the Narrator would willingly give. Hey, it's a survival situation, they need all the supplies they can get.]