He's coming down off a rough weekend, and his dreams last night decidedly didn't help; the first place he goes after leaving his room sometime around noon is first aid, actually, for the sake of getting an absolute fucklot of bandages and proceeding to wrap his right hand with them. He's bleeding fairly openly, the skin over his knuckles having split quite a bit, and he's doing an absolute shit job of tending to this with his non-dominant hand but eventually he'll call it good enough for government work and just...try to move on with his day.
Not that the rest of his day is looking much better; the chemistry lab is generally always a safe bet when it comes to places to find him, but he's not even pretending to do anything productive in here right now – he's just got his elbows propped on the table and his head buried in his hands, his fingers tugging lightly on those shorter locks of hair at the top while he tries not to aggravate the injury he's already got.
Later in the evening he can be found in the bar, though he seems just as aimless there, really; he isn't drinking, he's just pacing the length of the bar itself, one hand trailing lightly along the edge of it before he reaches the end and just...turns around and goes back to the start, over and over and over and over.
...Maybe he'll be better off tomorrow. Either way, something's not going well in his head.]
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He's coming down off a rough weekend, and his dreams last night decidedly didn't help; the first place he goes after leaving his room sometime around noon is first aid, actually, for the sake of getting an absolute fucklot of bandages and proceeding to wrap his right hand with them. He's bleeding fairly openly, the skin over his knuckles having split quite a bit, and he's doing an absolute shit job of tending to this with his non-dominant hand but eventually he'll call it good enough for government work and just...try to move on with his day.
Not that the rest of his day is looking much better; the chemistry lab is generally always a safe bet when it comes to places to find him, but he's not even pretending to do anything productive in here right now – he's just got his elbows propped on the table and his head buried in his hands, his fingers tugging lightly on those shorter locks of hair at the top while he tries not to aggravate the injury he's already got.
Later in the evening he can be found in the bar, though he seems just as aimless there, really; he isn't drinking, he's just pacing the length of the bar itself, one hand trailing lightly along the edge of it before he reaches the end and just...turns around and goes back to the start, over and over and over and over.
...Maybe he'll be better off tomorrow. Either way, something's not going well in his head.]