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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Theo turned his head to Ernie but he didn't take his eyes off the wall, moving his hand from his mouth only to run his fingers up into his hair and clutch in it, curled up to make himself as small a target as possible. "It hasn't helped." he said, in response to Ernie, but only just. "It hasn't helped, it needs another coat, can still hear it. Still hear the screaming through it." he cut himself off and rubbed at the side of his head like it hurt, and it probably did after all those potions and the tension he was holding himself under.

He shook his head and curled his fingers into his mess of hair again, the next noise from him a sob. "There's no point trying, there's no point in being good, it just happens anyway. He gets so angry." He hiccupped and leant against the couch, exhausted. He turned his head and looked up at Ernie, his face damp, wetly blinking a little. "I-I'm sorry, just... today, it..." he seemed confused about where he was but didn't move from his place on the floor. "...it's difficult." he ended, his irregular heartrate slow, drunk, his confusion tangible.