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Solitude, Gilbert could do well, sometimes. He could sit in the chair by his window, leaning against the sill and staying half-aware of the warmth coming up from the room's heater, and stare outside until the sun set. He could pore over a book that only half-interested him, sprawled on the bed in his night-clothes, and let his mind dance through fantasies until he fell asleep with his forehead on the pages.
But he couldn't handle listlessness, not at all. When he found himself somewhere with nothing, however little, to do and no one around...that almost drove him mad. And that was what had sent him out into the hallways of the B class dorms, today. The walls of his room had felt too tight and quiet, so he had done up his tie, pulled on his coat, and headed out. No one to meet, no bustle from classes...he was just walking, his lips drawn into a thin, little line.
"At least there's no one shoving around, for once," he murmured to himself.
But, snaking through the empty hallways and throwing glances at the doors, he couldn't say he was totally grateful for the hush around him.
But he couldn't handle listlessness, not at all. When he found himself somewhere with nothing, however little, to do and no one around...that almost drove him mad. And that was what had sent him out into the hallways of the B class dorms, today. The walls of his room had felt too tight and quiet, so he had done up his tie, pulled on his coat, and headed out. No one to meet, no bustle from classes...he was just walking, his lips drawn into a thin, little line.
"At least there's no one shoving around, for once," he murmured to himself.
But, snaking through the empty hallways and throwing glances at the doors, he couldn't say he was totally grateful for the hush around him.