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Room 201, Saturday Morning
Apr. 11th, 2020 06:19 pmOkay, so things with Nina were... weird.
And Owen should probably fix that. Somehow. Preferably without getting into why he hadn't been around much, because that way just laid difficult conversations and feelings and Owen showing feelings wasn't something that ever ended particularly well.
He was up. Early. He never slept in long - it took too much effort to block out the outside world when he was even vaguely conscious - but he'd been up since before the sun came up fretting about this. (He'd deny it, of course.) With clothes firmly on, he sprawled over the blankets, staring up at the ceiling.
"Plan. Plan. Plan. Plaaaaaaan. Okay, now that word just sounds downright silly..."
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And Owen should probably fix that. Somehow. Preferably without getting into why he hadn't been around much, because that way just laid difficult conversations and feelings and Owen showing feelings wasn't something that ever ended particularly well.
He was up. Early. He never slept in long - it took too much effort to block out the outside world when he was even vaguely conscious - but he'd been up since before the sun came up fretting about this. (He'd deny it, of course.) With clothes firmly on, he sprawled over the blankets, staring up at the ceiling.
"Plan. Plan. Plan. Plaaaaaaan. Okay, now that word just sounds downright silly..."
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