Who Would Want To Be Sane? *OTA*

[time_schizo]

Martini was sprawled out in a chair his team's main room, trying to focus on the book in front of him. He had been attempting to distract himself from all sorts of lingering thoughts floating around his head. Most of them were not pleasant to dwell upon. It was so tempting to just forgo his medications again and retreat to the insanity again. At least there he was happy. Right now, he was far from it. The usual struggle for sanity was one cause. The other was much more petty. It had to do with the return of a certain telepath and her connection to his boyfriend. The problem with having a part of his mind always in the past meant he was privy to witnessing Ric's little flirtations with Emma in Africa over and over, feeling as if it had happened only yesterday, despite it being months ago. But he wasn't jealous, oh no. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Perhaps if he told the lie enough it would become the truth.

''Fuck it." He tossed the book across the room, then stood up, not bothering to retrieve it. Martini walked out of the room, a  dark and thoughtful expression stamped on his face. It was a sharp contrast to his normally much more oblivious and happy expression. He had no idea where he was going. Maybe he'd know when he arrived there.