Jessica turned out to have a lot of friends, and her new house was bustling with laughter and merriness throughout the day. Even years after leaving the compound, Sean still felt a little awkward around outsiders. In this case, especially when alcohol became involved, he tended to get a little more quiet and reserved.
At the moment, he was focused on a particular corner of Jessica's place in which he'd found a number of trinkets to arrange and rearrange. He kept rearranging them over and over, never satisfied with the way things had turned out. How symbolic, he thought, of the state of his life. Sean frowned as he moved a small vase from the top left corner to the top right corner of the end table.