[Room 311, Friday night]
Alec had gone out for a handwavey run up to the cabins and along the cliffs, feeling the need to just do something brainless but physical. Concentrating on where his feet would land on a path darkened further by the forest on each side had let him run without having to think, because if he kept thinking for too long his brain wanted to go places he wasn't comfortable poking at right yet. Or ever.
When he got back, he'd slipped up the stairs to his room - which seemed emptier with Tyler gone for the weekend - and showered, then flopped down on his bed. Maybe he should get started on that reading he'd wanted to do... or he could just stare at the ceiling and carefully avoid thinking about the scrapbook he'd shoved into the back of his closet.
[OOC: Open to a certain person ...and now NWS.]
When he got back, he'd slipped up the stairs to his room - which seemed emptier with Tyler gone for the weekend - and showered, then flopped down on his bed. Maybe he should get started on that reading he'd wanted to do... or he could just stare at the ceiling and carefully avoid thinking about the scrapbook he'd shoved into the back of his closet.
[OOC: Open to a certain person ...and now NWS.]