All day, Everrett hadn't really been able to do anything other than switch between a maelstrom of thoughts that contradicted each other and, quite frankly, made his head throb. He couldn't concentrate on anything at work and had written about three full, coherent sentences on his current report, the report that was due in on Monday morning. He never handed a report in late. It was unheard of.
Said report was currently sitting on his desk. Everrett was nowhere near his desk - Everrett had left work three hours ago, ate half a pizza, half-heartedly flicked through a few comic books and was now on his way to Westminster, to the London Library. He'd been looking forward to this moment all day but his sombre mood had insisted on raining all over his happiness. His happiness was now a soggy mess in the middle of his mind, limp but oddly restless.
He checked his watch when he turned the corner, nearly bumping into an old lady and apologising profusely, waving about the flask of tea he carried and catching sight of Ky out of the corner of his eye, standing outside of the building in the near distance. After a brief exchange with the woman and a promise that he would watch where he was going, he quickly jogged along the uneven pavement and stopped in front of the other boy, panting softly. "Sorry," he said between breaths, his cheeks turning blotchy-red. "I got assaulted by an old woman."