He stands there, shirtless, gaze taking in the sight before him, his throat working for a moment as he swallows before he finds his voice.
"..Sleep." It's all he says, at least for the moment, footsteps carrying him back into the main room so he can clean up the mess he'd left in the kitchen. And once that's done he still doesn't return, his head resting against a wall as he closes eyes, hands limp at his sides.
And shudders once, his fingers curling into his palms as he fights down the wave of grief and anger that wants to escape, at least until he has himself in a place where he feels like he can move again.
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on 2020-01-30 04:19 am (UTC)"..Sleep." It's all he says, at least for the moment, footsteps carrying him back into the main room so he can clean up the mess he'd left in the kitchen. And once that's done he still doesn't return, his head resting against a wall as he closes eyes, hands limp at his sides.
And shudders once, his fingers curling into his palms as he fights down the wave of grief and anger that wants to escape, at least until he has himself in a place where he feels like he can move again.