VII. [Location: Hyperion Hotel] all the things you said running through my head
Things like 'going outside' and 'actually seeing other people' were not really high on Harvestman's priority list. Granted, the first thing on that list right now was 'find the Doctor and punch him' and he wasn't really accomplishing that, but it still made the sight of him outside the Hyperion Hotel strange, especially in the daylight. He's got dark sunglasses over his eyes and a hood over his head, hands jammed deep into his pockets. The brightness of day still irritates his eyes and just being in the sunlight set him on edge, but he was still hesitant to actually knock on the door.
He promised to visit Cordelia, although he'd be the first to admit his reasons were mostly selfish. He was tired of staring at empty walls, tired of using his tablet to get into empty, meaningless fights with other people for no real good reason. He had a special talent for burning bridges, Brisbane had pointed out once - and here he was again, burning as many as he could just because this place was getting to him. Just because he was still reeling from his glitch and unable to admit it, only talking to one person not because they were particularly good friends, but because she was the only one he hadn't outright lashed out at yet.
Bad habits. Bad decisions, ones that would only do him harm in the end.
With a sigh, he fidgets awkwardly and knocks on the front door. If no one answers (it does say it's a hotel, after all), he'll have to walk in and figure things out from there.
He promised to visit Cordelia, although he'd be the first to admit his reasons were mostly selfish. He was tired of staring at empty walls, tired of using his tablet to get into empty, meaningless fights with other people for no real good reason. He had a special talent for burning bridges, Brisbane had pointed out once - and here he was again, burning as many as he could just because this place was getting to him. Just because he was still reeling from his glitch and unable to admit it, only talking to one person not because they were particularly good friends, but because she was the only one he hadn't outright lashed out at yet.
Bad habits. Bad decisions, ones that would only do him harm in the end.
With a sigh, he fidgets awkwardly and knocks on the front door. If no one answers (it does say it's a hotel, after all), he'll have to walk in and figure things out from there.