It had been a long, productive, but enjoyable day for Sean. The redhead had worked the morning shift in the bookshop where he had the pleasure of meeting several new people and spending time with a couple of little girls that reminded him of his sisters. The two girls came to the shop during their free period before lunch time. As there wasn't much of an education system, many kids and students were home schooled if it was possible and Beth and Emily were no exception. When he was in the shop, Sean would read to them for a little bit while their mother ran an errand or needed to do some trading. The Gifted redhead didn't mind as he enjoyed the company.

When his shift was over, Kerry arrived to have lunch with Sean and Daniel before they sequestered themselves in the room where the piano had been moved to so they could practice the latest batch of music Kerry had written. Their session was quite productive and the music lovely, all of which made Sean very excited about the next musical gathering there would be at the Bridge. Once their session was wrapped, the apartment was now peacefully quite in more ways than one. Sean was able to completely relax now that he did not have to deal physic readings from his friend thanks to Daniel's presence.

In the quiet aftermath, Sean disappeared into the bedroom a moment before reappearing in the living room with a small box of cosmetics. The redhead plopped down beside Daniel on the couch and rummaged around the box briefly before he triumphantly produced a small bottle of black nail polish and asked the other boy, "Can I paint your toe nails?"

It was a typical afternoon for Sean who was spending it in the quiet of the bookstore, although it was really more of a library considering no one really bought the books. The system was more akin to a library where people came, took a book, and brought it back once they were done. But, Isaac wanted to maintain some sense or illusion of normalcy so there were store clerks that worked the bookstore and since Sean had worked in one before things went to shit... There he was, sitting behind the counter dressed in a light green v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, a chain wallet, and his cane leaning against the wall behind him. The only thing that was not typical of Sean's appearance was the baggy, hooded sweatshirt he huddled into and the sunglasses on his face.

The redhead had a migraine the size of Texas, or at least that was how it felt to him. One could assume that Sean overdid it last night with partying at the Bridge, but he and Daniel had not stayed long after Isaac was done with them. Instead, they'd gotten roped into an evening in with one of their neighbors and ended up falling asleep on the couch. They woke the next day to a dreary, cloudy, and chilly day. Nature sometime had an effect on psychic energy and that day and Sean was feeling it. Most of these days, Sean could keep the worst of the flow of images at bay thanks to the nullifying presence of Daniel, but due to the change in weather... The psychic energy made it difficult to keep his mental shield in place and his headache had started out manageable enough, but as his shift wore on it got increasingly more difficult to block everything out and his head suffered the consequences.

Sean wanted nothing more than to seek out Daniel before dinner, wrap himself up in the other boys arms and sleep for a bit. Any relief that could be afforded, the redhead would be grateful for it. Green eyes darted to the clock on the wall and Sean inwardly groaned. There was at least 30 minutes left of his shift. Thirty minutes before he could hobble out of the store and that was only if the person relieving him was on time, which Laurie, a mother of two, was notoriously late. Sean heaved a sigh and readjusted the hood to block out more light.