Listen, I know it's hard. I know it seems impossible.
I lost my mom for a while when I was twelve. I eventually got her back, but it was hell when she was gone. But listen to me, your brother wouldn't want this for you. It's okay to grieve but you can't let it totally consume you or you'll get swept away.
I'm going to bring you some food. You need to eat before you lose control and hurt yourself or someone else. What's your address?
[He's already swept away, drowning in flood waters and mudslides of pain. He can't muster the energy to do much of anything, bathing every few days just so his housemates don't bug him about being smelly but otherwise sitting in one corner of his room. His, not theirs. Not theirs with Tadashi gone.
He doesn't reply right away because he doesn't want Percy to see him like this, how thin he's gotten in just a few weeks, how hollowed out he looks. He doesn't want to eat, might not even have the strength to berserk anymore anyway. He's afraid he'll just gag everything right back up again.
But he knows from that one previous encounter that Percy will hound him out of worry, maybe ask around about him until everyone he knows is in an uproar and bugging him. He can't stand the thought of his pain broadcast to the network, even by a good Samaritan.
So he sends the address, followed by one other message.]
[Percy signs off and grabs a backpack, which he fills with a bottle of water and some frozen meat from his last hunt--he'll have to go out again soon, his supplies are starting to dwindle, but he can worry about that later when he isn't preoccupied with memories of Nico crying outside the Big House.
When he reaches the address, he raps on the door and waits for the answer, lips pressed in a tight frown.]
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<seaweedbrain>
26/7/16 05:19 (UTC)I lost my mom for a while when I was twelve. I eventually got her back, but it was hell when she was gone. But listen to me, your brother wouldn't want this for you. It's okay to grieve but you can't let it totally consume you or you'll get swept away.
I'm going to bring you some food. You need to eat before you lose control and hurt yourself or someone else. What's your address?
<hirobot>
26/7/16 05:28 (UTC)He doesn't reply right away because he doesn't want Percy to see him like this, how thin he's gotten in just a few weeks, how hollowed out he looks. He doesn't want to eat, might not even have the strength to berserk anymore anyway. He's afraid he'll just gag everything right back up again.
But he knows from that one previous encounter that Percy will hound him out of worry, maybe ask around about him until everyone he knows is in an uproar and bugging him. He can't stand the thought of his pain broadcast to the network, even by a good Samaritan.
So he sends the address, followed by one other message.]
dont tell anybody else whats wrong with me
<seaweedbrain> > action
31/7/16 16:03 (UTC)[Percy signs off and grabs a backpack, which he fills with a bottle of water and some frozen meat from his last hunt--he'll have to go out again soon, his supplies are starting to dwindle, but he can worry about that later when he isn't preoccupied with memories of Nico crying outside the Big House.
When he reaches the address, he raps on the door and waits for the answer, lips pressed in a tight frown.]