Room 323 [Tuesday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy's head was still full of the fogged up confusion as she ran back to the dorms, and her mind was barely starting to wrangle the stray thoughts and overriding fear into something manageable by the time she reached her room.

There was trippy and there was wrong, and that had been all wrong. Under her hands had been a person, and in her head there was a misshapen monster, and there was blood and fear. But bits and pieces were starting to slip back into reality through the haze, and she almost didn't want that. Someone got hurt.

Desperately needing something safe, she firmly closed her door and dropped flat on her stomach, scooting into the enclosed space under her bed while she tried to gather her thoughts and recover her control. She might be there for a while.

[[The Fog might've worn off, but she's still a little unstable. It can be open should anyone have a reason to stop in. Following this once it's played out.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Break... sounded nice right about now. Effy didn't really have the energy or inclination to fight or try and claim she was fine. Pretty obvious she wasn't.

She started to do that, but only at the same time as reaching for his hands to try and keep him with her. As usual, if she could get that across without actually having to admit it, so much the better.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex hadn't been planning on fleeing as soon as she'd gotten settled so when she reached, he let her and just followed her lead since she'd initiated the contact.

Sure, she'd let him do that earlier but there were times when he could actually be patient and not make assumptions and when she was this freaked out, he figured it was a good time to do so.

Easy enough, he found, to do that. To just stay quiet and let her do what she wanted.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At the moment, all she was really aiming for was not to be left on her own. That put her at a little clingy as she followed his encouragement to relax a little, curl up on her side and try not to dwell on her muddled senses.

Better to concentrate on circling her fingers around his hand, squeezing, and bringing it up to press his knuckles to her lips.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

At this point, she was going to have to push his ass out the door since he'd gotten an up close and personal view of how this was affecting her. And even if she tried, he didn't know if he'd go.

He watched her idle movements for awhile, half smiling every so often before he asked, "You want me to read to you for a little while?"

He wasn't going to try and force her to talk but taking her mind off things was always a good way to go.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Hear that's good," she said, twitching a distant smile behind his hand. Tony always said so, and if anything spoke highly of that one to her, it would be his reliance on it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Then, I'll do that," he said, doing some creative reaching to grab the first book of hers he could without making her let go of his hand. He took a minute to check over the title, make sure it wasn't in some foreign language before opening it.

He let the book rest against one bent knee and just started reading. It was her book, she'd know what was going on. He just had to know the words.

He could do that.