Hell no. That room's soooo boring. Let's just go back to mine.
[He's trying not to think about tomorrow either, but it's not really working. Hope's not an emotion he's familiar with, though sheer spite's come pretty close to replacing it at times; still, once that's run out, he's actually pretty defeatist. For all his talk about not being bound by fate, he has no idea how he's going to change his now or if he even has enough energy to care left.
But he also leans on Clover's arm and lets her guide him back to his room without his usual protest, because...well, fuck it, might as well admit it now. Being alone right now would super suck.]
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[He's trying not to think about tomorrow either, but it's not really working. Hope's not an emotion he's familiar with, though sheer spite's come pretty close to replacing it at times; still, once that's run out, he's actually pretty defeatist. For all his talk about not being bound by fate, he has no idea how he's going to change his now or if he even has enough energy to care left.
But he also leans on Clover's arm and lets her guide him back to his room without his usual protest, because...well, fuck it, might as well admit it now. Being alone right now would super suck.]