[ he stands in his flat, glancing around himself helplessly, feeling lost. he should.. do something, probably. water his plants, or think about starting dinner. he could clean the bathroom, or do some laundry, or work on the institute's expenses. there are a lot of things he could do, he's sure. but he can't make sense of any of them, and when he tries to let himself focus on any of the mundane tasks of the day, his thoughts drift away from them.
he sort of just wants to go away. completely away. the thought's not a strong one, though, any more than any of the others are, so he glances up when crowley speaks and offers an unconvincing smile. ]
Whiskey would be.. good. [ and then, to caveat: ] You don't have to stay. I-- I'm probably just going to take a nap. [ or maybe he'll put a stupid movie on. something easy, something he doesn't have to think about. ]
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he sort of just wants to go away. completely away. the thought's not a strong one, though, any more than any of the others are, so he glances up when crowley speaks and offers an unconvincing smile. ]
Whiskey would be.. good. [ and then, to caveat: ] You don't have to stay. I-- I'm probably just going to take a nap. [ or maybe he'll put a stupid movie on. something easy, something he doesn't have to think about. ]