[He hasn't moved much all day and it shows on his features. His eyes and body seem tired and not all...there as he stays seated outside the door to his and Wolfram's apartment. He's on the floor, one leg outstretched and the other pulled in close to his chest, but when the meteor shower starts he pulls the other in and prepares to stand as if startled.
Shooting stars...usually means dying Worlds.
But he scoffs shortly and leans back, hugging his legs to himself again before with a bitter glare he rests his chin atop his knees and looks away from the sky. He just wishes he could sleep for once without waking up like this, unable to silence the thoughts in his head. He may be the only one who doesn't care for stars right now.]