- thirty-eighth year waiting -

[nurse_boy]

[coming back from a trip home and the things he lived through and saw there--and having to face up to the fallout here--has left Rory drained, defeated, and depressed. So he's gone outside for some fresh air and to get away from it all. He's currently sitting on a large rock by the pond, trying (and mostly failing) to skip rocks across the water. Even though he's rubbish at it, it's still somewhat soothing: the repetitive motion of throwing the rock, the 'plok' sound as they hit the surface of the water, the sounds of nature. Every once in a while he'll stop to hop down and gather more rocks to throw, and before starting again he'll watch his right hand for a moment as he flexes it and wiggles his fingers.

Come bother him?]