[he automatically and halfheartedly tilts his head away, absorbed with the task of trying to swallow the fact that he can't go back to ignoring questions like that anymore. All that eroding that has been going on inside has finally worn away what's under the foundation of his walls.
he rests his chin on his arms again, and it takes him a minute--giving one more mental search for some way around it, before something finally cracks. It's a quiet buckling of something load-bearing, silent and sad.
he gives up.
reaching out, he drags a notebook over to scribble something down. ...then, he just drops his face down onto his arms, while his hands close up into loose fists.
no subject
he rests his chin on his arms again, and it takes him a minute--giving one more mental search for some way around it, before something finally cracks. It's a quiet buckling of something load-bearing, silent and sad.
he gives up.
reaching out, he drags a notebook over to scribble something down. ...then, he just drops his face down onto his arms, while his hands close up into loose fists.
'I want to go home.']