Bonding Time // IC w/Zander
Why was he doing this to himself, again?
Oh yeah, because it was distraction from everything else and the heaviness eating at him lately wasn't lightening, only starting to leave him dizzy. It wasn't Hector's fault, the man tried to push him towards actually accomplishing something and that's why it felt like falling short was something he wanted to avoid facing as long as possible.
His distractions were limited; there was always the stray chance if he just wandered the city Hector might be out with Corbin in the same area and that would be a disaster. But he knew Hector's general dislike of Zander would keep him away from the vampire; maybe for good reason at times.
He liked Zander well enough, there were some habits the vampire had that did creep him out, but he was trying to adapt. If he couldn't even be around stuffed dead animals it was another example of his shortcomings as a mage.
But honestly...why did it have to be so gross?
He sighed, having spent the past half hour listening to Devin complain about his presence there to the tune of '...he's back again, can I kill him this time? It's like having a stray cat.' and he didn't take it personal because Devin wasn't the easiest guy to get along with in the first place. And he was interrupting their normal life, something else he was starting to feel progressively worse about while he held a staring contest with his sneakers and a stained spot on the floor in front of Zander's couch.
He really hoped it wasn't blood.
"Ah...I can leave, if you guys are busy."
Running off to Zander's place while Hector was spending the night with Corbin wasn't the best idea, no, but neither was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and letting his mind roll over and over in those doubts.
He never had been the best when it came to brilliant plans in the first place, but hey..dumb luck was almost always on his side so that was something.
It was a little awkward though, being there, after the twitchy state he'd left in the last time; something else that had been flickering around inside his skull.
Why did all of his attempts to relax end up causing him even more confusion?
Oh yeah, because it was distraction from everything else and the heaviness eating at him lately wasn't lightening, only starting to leave him dizzy. It wasn't Hector's fault, the man tried to push him towards actually accomplishing something and that's why it felt like falling short was something he wanted to avoid facing as long as possible.
His distractions were limited; there was always the stray chance if he just wandered the city Hector might be out with Corbin in the same area and that would be a disaster. But he knew Hector's general dislike of Zander would keep him away from the vampire; maybe for good reason at times.
He liked Zander well enough, there were some habits the vampire had that did creep him out, but he was trying to adapt. If he couldn't even be around stuffed dead animals it was another example of his shortcomings as a mage.
But honestly...why did it have to be so gross?
He sighed, having spent the past half hour listening to Devin complain about his presence there to the tune of '...he's back again, can I kill him this time? It's like having a stray cat.' and he didn't take it personal because Devin wasn't the easiest guy to get along with in the first place. And he was interrupting their normal life, something else he was starting to feel progressively worse about while he held a staring contest with his sneakers and a stained spot on the floor in front of Zander's couch.
He really hoped it wasn't blood.
"Ah...I can leave, if you guys are busy."
Running off to Zander's place while Hector was spending the night with Corbin wasn't the best idea, no, but neither was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and letting his mind roll over and over in those doubts.
He never had been the best when it came to brilliant plans in the first place, but hey..dumb luck was almost always on his side so that was something.
It was a little awkward though, being there, after the twitchy state he'd left in the last time; something else that had been flickering around inside his skull.
Why did all of his attempts to relax end up causing him even more confusion?