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[It wasn't that big crowded dinners weren't his thing. Well, to tell the truth they actually weren't his thing but that wasn't why he'd skipped out on the sudden Thanksgiving dinner in favor for staying at home, alone with a cup of tea. He had his reasons, good ones at that, the kind of reasons that most people would use against him in an attempt to make him be more social and that was also why he hadn't told anyone about his decision to stay in.
It had been two weeks. He lasted two weeks before it started to creep up on him.
There was nothing he could do about any of that though, aside from work, and so that was what he did. He was currently occupying himself with a stack of cheap, spiralbound notebooks, steadily filling them with more or less illegible scribbles and comments, completely unaware of the approaching threat to his privacy. ]