keep feeding me bedroom eyes (and your tender lies)
He'd left.
He'd actually left.
N restrained a choked sob, because he was not going to cry about this--that was just stupid. But something needed to be done, he needed to be somewhere, somewhere away from people. He needed to--
--fuck, he didn't even know. He had no idea what he was doing, everything just seemed to be so confusing, unreal. He couldn't believe what had just happened, not with Mihael, not with... god. He needed to be somewhere, because stumbling around in the hallway wasn't the best of things for him to be doing. He needed a room--somewhere to hunker down or--or something.
But he didn't know where. Mihael was his only friend, his only... his only anything.
...or was he?
N pauses at the memory of a larger person wrapping comforting arms around him. He hesitates, because it's only a floor off... and he can't be alone, not right now.
He's at Gevanni's door before he knows it, knocking softly with the straightest face he can muster.