InsaneJournal

Who: Aldo, Open
Where: Barracks I suppose
When: Day 5, late evening

Aldo was a little restless, or more accurately, Aldo's mind was restless. He was sitting on the porch reading, not ready to go inside and sleep yet. Well, it looked like he was reading anyways. In reality he was staring at, then flipping the pages without taking any of the words in. He didn't really want anyone else to notice that his mind seemed to keep wandering away from him and the task at hand (all day he'd been completely distracted).

Aldo was used to getting distracted, it was normal for him to be so, at least a little bit, all the time. Had been for years now. But this, this was utterly ridiculous. He couldn't seem to keep his mind off her for more then a few minuets. It was all very, very problematic. She was completely off limits, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about her. He didn't even understand exactly why she was off limits (okay, well he knew she was a prisoner, he wasn't stupid. He just didn't understand why she was a prisoner). She'd been there for years now, and this problem of his seemed to get worse with each one.

It was maybe driving him crazy. At least a little bit.

To the point of closing the book he hadn't been reading anyways, and banging his head against the house a few times. Keeping his head leaned against the house after the last time, with his eyes closed.