[Faeverse]
Neal paces the floor of the jail cell looking anxious and twitchy. He keeps watching the bed, looking at it with suspicion. He knows if he lays down, even for a moment, he's going to probably fall asleep, he can feel the weariness in his bones but he can't sleep yet. He needs to stay awake a little longer otherwise he's going to dream and he's not sure he'll find his way out of the maze anymore.
Occasionally his eyes dart towards the police officers that have been keeping an eye on him. He doesn't tell them that he has the key to his own cell but if Peter takes much longer he's simply going to break out and go home. He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't need to be here. It was an accident, he apologized and explained what happened.
Well, sort of.
He explained that there was trauma, that he had been through a very bad experience recently and that all this was was PTSD. They even brought in a psychologist and had it confirmed that yes, it did look like PTSD. They still insisted on bringing him in though.
Neal fingers the key, body humming with anticipation. A few more minutes for Peter to come or he walks. Either way, he's going to be leaving soon.
Occasionally his eyes dart towards the police officers that have been keeping an eye on him. He doesn't tell them that he has the key to his own cell but if Peter takes much longer he's simply going to break out and go home. He doesn't want to be here, he doesn't need to be here. It was an accident, he apologized and explained what happened.
Well, sort of.
He explained that there was trauma, that he had been through a very bad experience recently and that all this was was PTSD. They even brought in a psychologist and had it confirmed that yes, it did look like PTSD. They still insisted on bringing him in though.
Neal fingers the key, body humming with anticipation. A few more minutes for Peter to come or he walks. Either way, he's going to be leaving soon.