[ He slides down to lay down on the bed, looking up at the skylight. His expression is sad - the kind of soft, weary sad that comes when you've been sad so much you're almost desensitized to it.
The stars are pretty. The menu music plays quietly in the background, backed by the sound of the waves on the beach. Mostly, he just feels heavy, and it's not a feeling he's accustomed to having, here. ]
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The stars are pretty. The menu music plays quietly in the background, backed by the sound of the waves on the beach. Mostly, he just feels heavy, and it's not a feeling he's accustomed to having, here. ]