*There’s a plate of snacks both normal and more…Carnivorous wrapped up. A small piece of paper with an apology from Saphire for being too loud, promising she wouldn’t talk to him till he wanted to interact with him. A lot of sorries. The plate is left on a counter though no one seemed to have come in or out.*
*Charlie doesn't notice the snacks, too busy curled up on his bed, head stuffed under a pillow trying to will his ears to stop ringing. It wasn't working and they could feel the migraine setting in, frustrated tears clouding their eyes.*