( perhaps he should have expected the knock, but he still jumps a little despite himself. he looks up from his Watch in the low light of his room, eyes wide, realizing how grave the mistake that he just made was. some people have already come by asking for him, knocking at his door or calling out to him, but he’d just hidden away and pretended that he wasn’t there. he… can’t exactly do that, having confirmed that he was in there in the first place. truth be told, it’s been several days since the last person who tried to stop by, so he had figured people had stopped bothering—
he does consider not answering regardless. it would make him a liar, but at least he wouldn’t have to have any challenging conversations he didn’t want to have right now.
but, no… that wouldn’t solve anything. he’s well aware by this point that he’s just hiding from problems that won’t disappear for his inaction. it scares him, but he’s going to have to face the people that other version of himself had spoken to in his stead eventually. and it seems like “eventually” has finally arrived, knocking on his door. he sighs, attempting to steel himself. he gets out of his bed, tidies up a few things (it’s messy but not too bad—mostly just the accumulating clutter of staying in one given space for too long), and goes to the door.
he opens it, though not all the way; he greets esi through a crack wide enough that he could have slipped through, though for now he remains where he is, on the inside of the room. ) Esi, hi… ( his nervous eyes dart around, and though he doesn’t take note of the rashes on his forearms just yet, he does notice the brand on his neck. his brows furrow, and he looks a little concerned as he looks back up to the other young man. )
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he does consider not answering regardless. it would make him a liar, but at least he wouldn’t have to have any challenging conversations he didn’t want to have right now.
but, no… that wouldn’t solve anything. he’s well aware by this point that he’s just hiding from problems that won’t disappear for his inaction. it scares him, but he’s going to have to face the people that other version of himself had spoken to in his stead eventually. and it seems like “eventually” has finally arrived, knocking on his door. he sighs, attempting to steel himself. he gets out of his bed, tidies up a few things (it’s messy but not too bad—mostly just the accumulating clutter of staying in one given space for too long), and goes to the door.
he opens it, though not all the way; he greets esi through a crack wide enough that he could have slipped through, though for now he remains where he is, on the inside of the room. ) Esi, hi… ( his nervous eyes dart around, and though he doesn’t take note of the rashes on his forearms just yet, he does notice the brand on his neck. his brows furrow, and he looks a little concerned as he looks back up to the other young man. )
Um… can I help you with something?