hate my liiiiife
In typical dramatic teenage fashion, Robb is outside, emoing by the lake by pitching rocks at it, mouth set in a firm little line, eyes a little red but at least he's not actually crying. Just upset. Really upset. This morning? Has kind of sucked. And he has rope burns on his wrists. And isn't sure if he can go and consult his protectors yet, or more if he has the bravery to do so.
This sucks.
This sucks.