Grian very much does not want to be here right now. Not that he doesn't enjoy the company of Ren and Impulse- more that this journal is reminicent of things and people he'd prefer to forget, and he needs a moment to breathe.
He makes a halfhearted excuse about- slime? makes as much sense as most of his nonsense -and all but throws the book at Xisuma, managing to keep enough composture to not stumble on his way out of the hippie camp.
Someone under a powerful being's control, brainwashed into having no sense of self and lost in an unfamiliar world-
Yeah, Grian needs a moment to think.
He ends up curled underneath a tree at the border of Area 77. Everything seems a little blurry, and he won't deny that he's crying- there wouldn't be a point. Grian just hugs his knees to his chest and focuses of breathing.
Once the author is found, they can help him, like they helped Grian.
For now, he stays under the tree, and tries to collect himself.