Dave is fine. Cass and Cookie are fine. Rose and Rox are okay. Cherry says he's fine. Who else is there to check? Bo? Bo, god, fuck, what if something happened, what if he's hurt, what if he got in a fight-
You stop that train of thought. You checked on him earlier. He's fine. Who else? Is there anyone else? Who else would you even worry about enough to be subconscious? You already checked the roof, and although Brobot gave you quite the fucking scare, He's not up there. Maybe Maryam? No, not her.
God. Fuck. You stop pacing. You're probably keeping your brother up. Cass is in your room. You sit down on the couch, then lay, letting your head thud against the hard armrest. You glare at the ceiling. You hate your stupid idiot brain for getting you worked up over nothing discernible, and then not letting you reassure it by showing it that, yeah, anyone it could possibly be worried about is okay actually and also shut the fuck up.
