Claudio really needed to stop moping. His sketches were less and less artistic and tasteful and more and more bad poetry. In short, he was acting like a whiny little girl and he wanted to stop it.
The main thing that was causing him guilt--and hell, why he'd bolted in the first place--was still lingering in his mind, and as he set the sketchbook aside. 'setting' was more of a 'throw it into the wall carelessly,' but either way the thing was discarded and the dark haired teenager rose.
Was he going to wind up being like his father? Smashing a hammer to the side of his sister's face, poisoning the twins and watching from the doorway as they convulsed and died? What if that could happen? Sure, the posession thing was a while ago, and it hadn't technically been him, but the lingering thought was there. That he would become a monster.
Angst much? Maybe he was just sick of McDonalds. Or maybe that other guy had really gotten to him. Would Brynna even forgive him? He did run away when the girl needed him the most.. It was despicable. And the guy was right.
Pulling a gray hoodie on and shoving his hands in the pockets, the teenager phased through his room's wall and headed to the kitchen, head in the clouds. He never used the proper way anymore. Doors were for people who couldn't pass through solid matter.
The community kitchen was second-last on his stop, and he stepped through the wall and the stove only to find the one person he didn't need to see. The one that chewed him out for leaving Brynna..
But if he ran away, he'd be doing just that--running away from problems he needed to solve. Stepping through the stove so he was properly on the floor, Claudio spoke. "Aren't you the guy I was arguing with?"