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[hysteriaprone]

Roderick's mood, over the past few days, had been improving.

Had been.

When he awoke this morning, his throat had clenched and sent him into a violent coughing fit -- one that produced blood with each choked gasp. Thoughts of Madeline had invaded his mind yet again during the night, plaguing him with nightmares that made him scream in his sleep and

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[fallen_april]

April's a nice person. She doesn't know who he is, but he doesn't look his best.

So here, Roderick, have a blanket. It's draped over your shoulders. Plz to not freak out, she doesn't know you're you.

[hysteriaprone]

Roderick seems to be lost in his own mind when April does so -- he does not move until he feels the soft edge of it fall onto the back of his hand.

With dark eyes, he glances upward at her.

"Oh," he says, sounding surprised -- his voice is trembling, just slightly. "Hello."

[fallen_april]

"Hey there." She smiles sympathetically. "You don't look like you're feeling too well. Thought I'd bring a blanket over."

[hysteriaprone]

His smile is forced, shaky.

"Thank you."

There's no hiding it.

[cheevy]

Miniver sits next to his feet on the floor.

Just sits there. With a book. Quill pen stuck in his hair.

[hysteriaprone]

His eyes are focused on the wall, following something that isn't there.

He knows Miniver is now in his company, however.

Eventually, he's able to tear his eyes away from the images of his imagination to glance down at his friend.

"Why are you on the floor?"

[cheevy]

"I like it. Got used to it. Because," he explains, "y'know how heat goes UP. Well, when I used to spend a lot of time in the library, in the stacks, I'd sit on the floor so I could feel the draft whenever someone opened the door to the outside cold and know there was someone else in there so I could avoid them if I didn't feel like being with people."

[hysteriaprone]

Roderick listens and, for a moment, says nothing.

"That... makes sense," he eventually says, head slightly tilted.

"I used to have a library."