[he's starting to get really restless. he can go outside, but it isn't like there's much to do out there, either, and it's cold. he can't do any of the things he likes to do in here, like skate or glide, and he's losing interest in distractions. he's lying on a couch with a book open on his chest, but it's literally just -- open on his chest. he's staring up at the ceiling, mind wandering]