And this morning is happened to be Stone. Stone was by himself, unaccompanied by any of his normal blonde women, Lara, Lis or Poe. For the past number of days, since Monday, when Lara had told him about what she'd done, Stone had barely been around the common places of the Manor at normal hours.
He'd been spending a lot of time locked up in his apartment with various bottles of alcohol. All the work he'd done to avoid that was gone. Tonight he could've been drinking, but for some reason, he'd wanted to run. He had no idea why. He'd left at sometime after 11pm in sweat pants and a hooded sweat jacket over his t-shirt, a pair of running shoes instead of his normal CTs.
He had no idea what time it was now, but he felt like he was going to pass out. He was sweaty, tired and needed water. He stopped in the lobby and leaned over, hands on his knees, to try and catch his breath. Running had accomplished nothing but making him more confused with his own thoughts. He vaguely recognized that Peri was in the lobby but didn't really have the mental capacity to attempt to greet her at the moment. She lived on his floor. He was surprised he didn't run into her more often. That was probably a good thing though what with the fact that he and Noah didn't exactly get along.