Somber gaze averted away from porcelain features, allowing silence to engulf the room. She may not have made any remark toward it, albeit the evidence was etched in her expression, clearly visible in her body language -- he made her uncomfortable. Or rather the entire situation did. Bottom lip pulled inward into a grimace, the Soldier giving her a wide berth as she slipped from the corner of the room, crossing over to the bed. He did not press her any further for information. No -- if she wanted to indulge him further, she would. Plain and simple. Besides, it was not his place to question, he'd already overstepped those bounds once -- it wouldn't happen again.
"You do not need to apologize to me," he corrected, the blonde instantly met with an incredulous look. "This is your home, you do as you please. If I cannot listen and pay respect as a guest, then I do not belong here. Besides -- I'd hardly call that babbling." He offered up a meek smile to the girl, cerulean hues never missing a beat as he glimpsed the gloom hidden just beneath. While it gave him comfort in the sense of familiarity, seeing her suffering from an obvious traumatic event in such a way hardly sat well in his stomach.
It wasn't long after the girl had exited the room, when darkness crept through the blinds, engulfing the entirety of the room. While the change signaled sleep for most, the Soldier was hardly one to be grouped with the general population; eyes wide-awake long after darkness settled in. The concept of an actual bed was a strange one, almost alien. Not for the fact that he'd never seen one. No -- he'd seen plenty, though actually using one was another story. There were blips in his memory of a small cot or two here and there, but that was the extent of it. This -- this was something entirely different -- almost terrifying. Upon climbing atop the mattress, his initial thoughts were that of an unnerving sinking feeling. As if he were slipping into some endless abyss. His paranoia quickly abated however, switching toward a more real fear of being taken off-guard, or something of that ilk.
He wasn't quite sure how long it'd taken him to finally fall asleep. He'd gone through numerous position changes, shedding of clothing, and blankets, though when his body finally did give into its exhaustion, he did so curling around a pillow, bionic arm extended out and away from the rest of him.
Fingers slowly curled inward, white-knuckling the pillow cradled in his grasp.
❝Убедитесь эти привязки безопасно!❞
Faceless men in white coats hovered around him, watching intently as he helplessly struggled against his binds. A mechanical whir sounded from somewhere above his head, as long, black 'arms' lowered on either side. He knew what this was -- knew what was to come. Teeth bit down hard onto rubber, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. They were talking again, though this time their words fell on deaf ears; the drumming of his own heart drowning them out.
It was all he could think about. His body curled tighter around the pillow, brows furrowing sharply in anticipation. Eyes darted frantically behind closed lids, unaware that what they were seeing was not quite reality. A string of small whines managed to slip through the Soldier's gritted teeth, growing louder the longer he stayed trapped within this hellish dreamworld...
He needed to wake up
--- he needed to wake up now.
