Open to Ryuuji, Sarah, Oz
It'd taken Terry days to get the news that Seto and Mokuba were popcorn. When he found out he'd been furious for not having some sort of routine to check about those things. But he'd been avoiding the popcorn room ever since Ryuuji had hinted that Paul hadn't simply left but was in there, somewhere, an empty golden shell covered in salt. And even if Stephen might occasionally mutter something under his breath, a good TA didn't pay it too much attention, just in case the Professor didn't realize he was talking. And then on top of it all, he'd been ill the last couple of days and had only just gotten up and recovered his routine.
Now, however, he was doing his best to make up for not being alarmed sooner when Ryuuji missed their daily brunches or coming to see him to cheer him up. The various House Elves he'd questioned and re-questioned said that Ryuuji was holding vigil outside the popcorn room. His impulse was to have the House Elves shift things in the suite into a new configeration so that Ryuuji wasn't overwhelmed once someone finally brought him back in. But everyone dealt differently with grief. And if that was the wrong thing to do, he didn't want to have to lose steps by having to fix it.
So instead Terry made his way to the popcorn room with chocolate and two cushions.
Now, however, he was doing his best to make up for not being alarmed sooner when Ryuuji missed their daily brunches or coming to see him to cheer him up. The various House Elves he'd questioned and re-questioned said that Ryuuji was holding vigil outside the popcorn room. His impulse was to have the House Elves shift things in the suite into a new configeration so that Ryuuji wasn't overwhelmed once someone finally brought him back in. But everyone dealt differently with grief. And if that was the wrong thing to do, he didn't want to have to lose steps by having to fix it.
So instead Terry made his way to the popcorn room with chocolate and two cushions.