La verdad
Truth was, he wasn't feeling like himself at all, all he wanted to do was lie down somewhere quiet and just empty his mind of everything. Of everyone, and this was definitely related to Peter dammit Peter and Jude, god, his face, he couldn't bear seeing him like that, and the plant and the cold and just--
He spotted a familiar face then, one he hadn't seen much around, one that made him smile slightly despite everything else.
But the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, because Evelyn didn't look fine at all. "Evelyn?" Jesus Christ, what the hell had happened to him? That wasn't--that wasn't the Evey he knew, holy shit. So yeah, he put aside his own selfish and pitiful moping in stead of trying to figure out what had gone wrong with his friend. It was always like that anyway. Others first, himself at last. Always last.