[ There's so much going on in his head, lately. So much that he can't put into words, can't tell Gwen, can't write out. She knows he's upset, lately, but she doesn't know the extent. He doesn't know how to tell her what he's worried about isn't something she can necessarily fix. So he doesn't tell her. And he feels it starting to rot in his chest, making him feel heavy and sad.
One night, he doesn't sleep very well, and when he wakes up, he's cranky and irritable, cloak on indoors, hood up, short and rude when anybody talks to him. He leaves the house in the morning so he doesn't take out the sleep deprivation on Alfie and Emily, and goes to the cliffs around the beach, and just - climbs. He wears himself out.
When he comes back home, he collapses into his favorite chair, and closes his eyes, intending to nap until Alfie comes back around. ]
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One night, he doesn't sleep very well, and when he wakes up, he's cranky and irritable, cloak on indoors, hood up, short and rude when anybody talks to him. He leaves the house in the morning so he doesn't take out the sleep deprivation on Alfie and Emily, and goes to the cliffs around the beach, and just - climbs. He wears himself out.
When he comes back home, he collapses into his favorite chair, and closes his eyes, intending to nap until Alfie comes back around. ]