♘ | 013 | Room 801 Filter
[Oh-So Slowly coming back to consciousness. Eyes then darting open as he recognizes the familiar ceiling of room 801.
...was it over? Had to be, right? He's himself again.
THANK GOD
He sits up, moves to the edge of his bed and scrubs a hand through his hair. Over on his bedside table is his journal, which can so tooootally wait right now.
He needs to piece his head together, word some apologies ...speak to Damian most of all.
Ugh, that had been ugly.]
[ /Group Loss!]
...was it over? Had to be, right? He's himself again.
THANK GOD
He sits up, moves to the edge of his bed and scrubs a hand through his hair. Over on his bedside table is his journal, which can so tooootally wait right now.
He needs to piece his head together, word some apologies ...speak to Damian most of all.
Ugh, that had been ugly.]
[ /Group Loss!]