|Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-06-16 01:20:00
|Entry tags:||jane bennet, much|
Who:Much and Jane.
What: A little randomness.
Where:The complex stairs.
It was gray out, raining a little. Much didn't mind the rain. Actually it felt kind of nice. Normally in the camp it might have put a damper on the mood back home, but being in the forest extreme weather did that. This however, was refreshing. Much needed that. Lately the complex felt as though it were closing in on him. He'd nearly had another stress attack in the kitchen just earlier. He'd been trying to prepare dinner, and felt a wave of dizziness washed over him. He had to grip at the table to keep from stumbling into a clumsy heap. This time however, he didn't say anything. He just felt a need to get out. Get away from the walls and be in the open air. He abandoned his meal and headed for the front of the complex.
He sat on the stairs, his hand stretched out into the rain catching some of the water. That was better. His chest felt less as though they were on fire from strain, his breathing less labored. He took a deep breath and seemed to relax. It wasn't a cold night so he had no sweater, only a new modern look Kenzi had helped him put together. Robin had first introduced him to modern clothing, but Kenzi helped him with a look. It was casual and dark. He wore a forest green colored shirt with a pair of dark jeans. He still felt awkward in modern clothing, but it was easier to blend in that way. Nobody stared, nobody asked him if he was from a Renaissance faire. He was just another face in the crowd.
He wondered just how long these spells were going to last. He didn't want to worry anyone anymore and that seemed to be all he was doing by speaking his mind. Just because I love you doesn't mean I can't hate you too. He couldn't shake those words. Why couldn't he have just stayed quiet? Lowering his hand to his lap, he looked absently at the light fall of rain and let his mind wander.