Room 324, Tuesday Afternoon

[wwiii]

Okay. Things. There were things happening, and Warren needed to... to do something about them. Frat had been skipped last week because of the holiday, and this week, after losing his entire world, he just hadn't had it in him to coordinate anything resembling fun and games. He'd meant to go to the library to help research over the weekend, and that hadn't happened, and he couldn't really remember the last time he'd eaten, though he was vaguely aware of stumbling off to raid common room fridges at least a couple of times in there.

It was stupid. He hadn't so much as thought about going home in the past two years, and now that it was gone...

He needed to be doing things, but he had no idea where to start. So he just kind of cuddled Thor and stared at the ceiling.

When had moping in his room alone with a bunny become the status quo, anyhow?

[Open post, closed door, IDEK. Someone smack him or something.]

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[wwiii]

Warren bit his lip, looking up at her, watching her face for seconds that felt like long, tired hours, before nodding and shifting his weight around a little, freeing up one hand so that he could relocate Thor down to the floor.

"We... could. I don't think I'm doing any good at getting the right words out today, though."

He inched a little closer, bumping his hip against hers and folding a wing over her shoulder again.

[glacial_queen]

Karla immediately buried her face in his wing, letting soft feathers and the scent of cornchips help alleviate some of her tension. Not all of it, no. Not even the greater part. But some. Being wrapped in his wings eased something deep inside of her.

"We don't have to talk about anything at all," she said, turning slightly so that her cheek was still resting on his feathers, but so her voice wouldn't be muffled. "I just want to make sure everything is okay between us first. We're just scared and miserable and out of sorts, but that doesn't mean we should be taking it out on one another."