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He dropped down onto the bed, curling himself up underneath the covers, pulling them over his head and curling himself into the tightest ball he could before he let the tears come. He wasn't the only one who had perfected the art of crying silently and although he tried to stop them the tears fell swiftly down his cheeks, quickly soaking the fabric underneath him. He covered his face in his hands, the smell of smoke oddly comforting and he wanted alcohol, something stronger to take the pain away, to take the helplessness away but he wouldn't.
He bit back a sob and tried not to think about anything at all, letting everything drain from him in salt, so that he could be strong when they needed him to. After a while he slipped into a half sleep, the tears still falling at intervals, the air too short to breathe but he didn't want to move, he couldn't move. He just lay there.
ooc: if anyone wants to come and find him, feel free, he's not in a very good place though.
He bit back a sob and tried not to think about anything at all, letting everything drain from him in salt, so that he could be strong when they needed him to. After a while he slipped into a half sleep, the tears still falling at intervals, the air too short to breathe but he didn't want to move, he couldn't move. He just lay there.
ooc: if anyone wants to come and find him, feel free, he's not in a very good place though.