Far from fine (open)
Richard is walking, with no particular destination in mind other than away from any of the places he usually frequents. He doesn't want to see Tom, and he especially doesn't want to run into Ada. Not until he's calm again, at least. He feels bad enough as it is.
He tells himself that he's an idiot, that he's worked up over nothing. But that hasn't settled the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, or the nagging feeling that he's missed something important. And, of course, the suspicions coming from the state he found himself in this morning with Mrs. Strange. Clearly a trick, but even so...
Richard hasn't been this upset in quite some time, try and hide it as he will.
He tells himself that he's an idiot, that he's worked up over nothing. But that hasn't settled the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, or the nagging feeling that he's missed something important. And, of course, the suspicions coming from the state he found himself in this morning with Mrs. Strange. Clearly a trick, but even so...
Richard hasn't been this upset in quite some time, try and hide it as he will.