Main House, Room 20; Saturday Evening
He'd gotten almost a week of emo and drinking and angst and mourning. Apparently something -- or someone -- had decided it was enough, since every time he tried to shut the door, said door just kept opening right back up again.
"Okay, okay, I get the hint," he complained. "Jeez, Lil. I get the message."
He didn't know if it was really Lilly haunting the room or if it was just some random weirdness. It was just nice to let himself think that she was still around to some degree.
Still didn't mean he was cheerful about anything, though. He was just a little less grumpy and the door was open as he watched TV, aimlessly flipping through the channels.
[open!]
"Okay, okay, I get the hint," he complained. "Jeez, Lil. I get the message."
He didn't know if it was really Lilly haunting the room or if it was just some random weirdness. It was just nice to let himself think that she was still around to some degree.
Still didn't mean he was cheerful about anything, though. He was just a little less grumpy and the door was open as he watched TV, aimlessly flipping through the channels.
[open!]