Room 407, Thursday afternoon
Sky walked rapidly back to his room, opened the door and slammed it behind him. The memory of his that Liir had picked up had left him feeling uncomfortable. Not very sad, nor as depressed as he'd been previously, but not quite right. He'd been getting over Dru, yes, but the mention of him along with his father... He shook his head vigorously. They were both dead. Moping and getting upset over them were not going to bring them back. Still... he knew the pain over Dru was never going to go away. Not even if they actually found a body.
Sky decided to get back to working on his model of the Protector, which had been abandoned since he'd spent the whole night in Troy's room, to distract himself. He then caught a glance of the Tangarian Coil bracelet on his wrist, which he'd still faithfully worn ever since that day. Instead of getting sadder, however, he got thoughtful.
...Isn't it time to let go? he thought to himself. This is a symbol of Dru. The guy I used to love. Of me living in the past. I don't need this to remember him by, especially not while I'm... ...with my boyfriend. It's not fair to Troy. He reached over with his left hand, began to remove the bracelet. I'm sorry, Dru. I know you would understand, though. At least, I hope you would. I'll never forget you, but I need to move on, too.
He tucked the bracelet inside his jacket pocket, picked up model parts and tweezers, and went to work. The sadness and the discomfort were slowly ebbing away.
[Semi-establishy, but the door and post are open. Especially if the boyfriend or certain teammates or anybody else who's around wants to come by.]
Sky decided to get back to working on his model of the Protector, which had been abandoned since he'd spent the whole night in Troy's room, to distract himself. He then caught a glance of the Tangarian Coil bracelet on his wrist, which he'd still faithfully worn ever since that day. Instead of getting sadder, however, he got thoughtful.
...Isn't it time to let go? he thought to himself. This is a symbol of Dru. The guy I used to love. Of me living in the past. I don't need this to remember him by, especially not while I'm... ...with my boyfriend. It's not fair to Troy. He reached over with his left hand, began to remove the bracelet. I'm sorry, Dru. I know you would understand, though. At least, I hope you would. I'll never forget you, but I need to move on, too.
He tucked the bracelet inside his jacket pocket, picked up model parts and tweezers, and went to work. The sadness and the discomfort were slowly ebbing away.
[Semi-establishy, but the door and post are open. Especially if the boyfriend or certain teammates or anybody else who's around wants to come by.]