action.
[ that's. exactly what it is. being stockholmed might come as close as anyone will get to describing it, what's been done to him. that 'creature' made alois depend on him, for everything, and now, in being here, he feels at a great loss. everyday feels like things are falling more and more apart, just because of that absence.
it takes him a few minutes, and he cries hard, it wracks him. it's not the first he's broken into tears and it probably won't be the last, hiding what he's feeling isn't something he's capable of. not anymore. claude faustus has turned him into such a needy, frightened thing.
finally, after a bit, he gulps in air and shoves sweater sleeves against his eyes with a furious attempt to dry them. ]
Well, [ sharper than he means, and he's still hiccuping tears, but his shoulders only quiver softly now. ] See, then? See? It isn't as bad as you think, because he's very good to me.