[The room is seriously in disarray. He didn't expect it to be this bad. But on the other hand, it being this bad means he hasn't completely missed her yet. That...that's a good thing, right?
It almost feels like he's sealing his doom by stepping into the room, but he does it, feet clinking and scattering small accessories on the floor as he pads along. He stops at the bookshelf, tracing the spines of the remaining novels. The title of one of them seems familiar: a book about parasites. Ha. Wasn't this the one he tried to read last year, when they were all infected? He never really did get much reading done that night, did he?
They were able to joke around pretty easily back then, weren't they...? So what happened to change that now...?]
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It almost feels like he's sealing his doom by stepping into the room, but he does it, feet clinking and scattering small accessories on the floor as he pads along. He stops at the bookshelf, tracing the spines of the remaining novels. The title of one of them seems familiar: a book about parasites. Ha. Wasn't this the one he tried to read last year, when they were all infected? He never really did get much reading done that night, did he?
They were able to joke around pretty easily back then, weren't they...? So what happened to change that now...?]