Room 315 [Wednesday, Afternoon]
The last week or so, couldn't be called Chuck's worst week ever. Far from it -- that was reserved for underwater mutant city of doom -- but it wasn't high up with the best either. Watching everyone's happy and together family time on the weekend hadn't really helped with that ranking.
Ellie was back in Encino, and for all they'd said they'd talk all the time and pay visits and everything, it wasn't quite the same. She was the only family he'd been able to rely on for a long time, and without her here he was feeling even more alone than he had when she'd first left him to come here.
The weekend there'd been all sorts going on to distract him. Yesterday there'd been classes. Today... nothing. Generally, the adventures of Bitterwoman could take his mind off most things, but not this and not today.
The door was open, and Chuck was... less than engrossed in the comic on his lap.
[[Open door, open post with the warning he may not be as chipper as usual.]]]]
Ellie was back in Encino, and for all they'd said they'd talk all the time and pay visits and everything, it wasn't quite the same. She was the only family he'd been able to rely on for a long time, and without her here he was feeling even more alone than he had when she'd first left him to come here.
The weekend there'd been all sorts going on to distract him. Yesterday there'd been classes. Today... nothing. Generally, the adventures of Bitterwoman could take his mind off most things, but not this and not today.
The door was open, and Chuck was... less than engrossed in the comic on his lap.
[[Open door, open post with the warning he may not be as chipper as usual.]]]]