[ realistically, he supposes it could be worse, but honestly, rude. it's only kind of sinking in that he's been gone for days, and the memory of the other day rests heavily on his mind. but he's shrugging his suit jacket back on when anderson arrives, and it's clear it's some of his 'real' clothes and not something he manifested since there's a jagged hole in it and the shirt beneath.
that said, he only startles a little, unlike the poor staff, and he doesn't so much as spare them a glance before he's moving over to anderson, gaze a little cagey--he does put a hand at his shoulder, gripping down a little too tightly like he needs something grounding. he does.
he looks tired, and drawn, and unhappy. ]
I want to go home.
[ that's uh, probably where he was planning to take you, buddy. ]
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[ realistically, he supposes it could be worse, but honestly, rude. it's only kind of sinking in that he's been gone for days, and the memory of the other day rests heavily on his mind. but he's shrugging his suit jacket back on when anderson arrives, and it's clear it's some of his 'real' clothes and not something he manifested since there's a jagged hole in it and the shirt beneath.
that said, he only startles a little, unlike the poor staff, and he doesn't so much as spare them a glance before he's moving over to anderson, gaze a little cagey--he does put a hand at his shoulder, gripping down a little too tightly like he needs something grounding. he does.
he looks tired, and drawn, and unhappy. ]
I want to go home.
[ that's uh, probably where he was planning to take you, buddy. ]