All he wants to do is find somewhere to calm down. To think, to sort through the frustrations and mistakes and everything he had noticed today. During the fight, during the transit. Even now, hearing the slamming of doors, the frustrated and muffled yelling of numerous voices just trying to decompress.
The group mingles, disperses, and he still feels alone. Alone, with the pounding of his head, with the cracking feeling at the edge of his vision, like the threat of another passing nightmare to top everything else off.
On his own. Another thing to deal with, on his own. He wasn't about to let what happened with Viktor happen again.
Pull yourself together.
He keeps to himself in the warehouse for the longest time, trying to pick out those he feels he needs to. But at some point, he has to retreat. His heart begs for privacy. Maybe to write down his thoughts, now that Ashley had shown him the tracing of a pencil across the delicacy of paper--
He doesn't think to check the rooms before opening a door at random, eyes towards the floor and his free hand pressed against his skull. But when he looks up and sees Dorothy, he stops in his tracks, stuttering.]
I-- ah, I'm--
[uhhh
panic.mp3
let's just awkward try to close the door here before she notices]
time for mistakes (room)
All he wants to do is find somewhere to calm down. To think, to sort through the frustrations and mistakes and everything he had noticed today. During the fight, during the transit. Even now, hearing the slamming of doors, the frustrated and muffled yelling of numerous voices just trying to decompress.
The group mingles, disperses, and he still feels alone. Alone, with the pounding of his head, with the cracking feeling at the edge of his vision, like the threat of another passing nightmare to top everything else off.
On his own. Another thing to deal with, on his own. He wasn't about to let what happened with Viktor happen again.
Pull yourself together.
He keeps to himself in the warehouse for the longest time, trying to pick out those he feels he needs to. But at some point, he has to retreat. His heart begs for privacy. Maybe to write down his thoughts, now that Ashley had shown him the tracing of a pencil across the delicacy of paper--
He doesn't think to check the rooms before opening a door at random, eyes towards the floor and his free hand pressed against his skull. But when he looks up and sees Dorothy, he stops in his tracks, stuttering.]
I-- ah, I'm--
[uhhh
panic.mp3
let's just awkward try to close the door here before she notices]