[The bus home has Charles feeling more and more drawn up inside himself the longer it runs along. If he were himself, if things were as they used to be, he'd float away and let himself scatter through minds as they pass. As it is, he feels cramped and claustrophobic, unable to escape from his own aggravated thoughts.
The short walk from his stop doesn't help much more, and by the time he reaches his apartment and unlocks the door, it's developed into a deep, sulky tiredness. He collapses onto the couch, limbs splayed, head tilted back. He doesn't want to move. Christ, he probably won't even have cause to for another month.
The worst part...well, no, the worst part is not having a job for...however long it takes the Board to decide. But one of the worst parts is for that time, however long, he'll have to keep taking the drugs, to be ready whenever they deign to get back to him. Charles groans, and grabs a throw pillow (the throw pillow, it's not worth having more than one), balancing it carefully on top of his tilted back face. And there he stays until whenever Athos gets home.]
well this gave me a weird sideways inspiration so
The short walk from his stop doesn't help much more, and by the time he reaches his apartment and unlocks the door, it's developed into a deep, sulky tiredness. He collapses onto the couch, limbs splayed, head tilted back. He doesn't want to move. Christ, he probably won't even have cause to for another month.
The worst part...well, no, the worst part is not having a job for...however long it takes the Board to decide. But one of the worst parts is for that time, however long, he'll have to keep taking the drugs, to be ready whenever they deign to get back to him. Charles groans, and grabs a throw pillow (the throw pillow, it's not worth having more than one), balancing it carefully on top of his tilted back face. And there he stays until whenever Athos gets home.]