Needful Things - Friday
Seifer had, quite frankly, had a shitty night. The exercises Sam had suggested worked, but it still didn't stop him from waking up several times, fighting to focus and remember where he was. It seemed like the more relaxed he got here in Fandom, the more his brain decided to throw shit at him. While he hadn't been at the crash site, he had read the reports and heard what the witnesses said in court, so basically his brain was forcing him to watch what he had pieced together. Over, and over, and he was never able to save Astrid.
Add in old nightmares that he hadn't had in years, and old insecurities creeping in, and it made for a shitty sleep cycle. So he was drinking coffee like it was coming from the faucet, and trying not to be too much of a grouchy jerk to the customers and any potential employees who stopped by.
Add in old nightmares that he hadn't had in years, and old insecurities creeping in, and it made for a shitty sleep cycle. So he was drinking coffee like it was coming from the faucet, and trying not to be too much of a grouchy jerk to the customers and any potential employees who stopped by.