The Lobby | April 30th late at night | @theninthcard
He’d managed to linger for the rest of the day, flitting restlessly between different rooms but always dissapearing from them if anyone else came near, uncertain of how to act. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t sleep here. The bag was too present, hidden under the bed, the bed too soft, his thoughts too loud. He would have gone to Jude but knew that the other wouldn’t understand his need to just get pinned down and out of his head for a while, and Mitch knew that he wouldn’t be able to bring Jude with him to a point of desperation.
No, he needed to get out, so he slipped out from the covers between 1 or 2am, and walked down to the lobby. He didn’t feel like blacking out right now, didn’t trust that he wouldn’t end up somewhere completely different. He pushed open the doors and went to step out when the slightest footfall behind him caused him to stop and turn.
“Are you going to try and stop me leaving as well?” He blurted the words out before biting down on his tongue, the taste of copper filling his mouth instead. Why would anyone try to stop him? And it wasn’t as though he was leaving, not permanently, not yet. Just to get the energy out from his nervous hands, replace the ache on his shoulders. Just, just for a bit.
