[ It is only his stubbornness that doesn't let him flinch, because the pitch that cuts through his ears, piercing his mind and settles in the back of his head like a perpetual, gradual pain is enough to almost make his knees buckle. Like some kind of short circuit. Hot wiring gone wrong.
He does, however, take a careful step back (even with his body is telling him to press forward, go, it is safe, it is right-- but no, it isn't, this isn't him, there is something wrong, he is not like this, ever, and maybe having gone past the eighth hour did something to him and he has to stop and--). ]
I don't care.
[ It is harsher than he usually would be, even if he is usually harsh, but the constant noise, like a landline connection that keeps going off and on. He keeps his distance. He forces himself to want it. ]
at least u didnt walk into a door. cus there isn't one. /fingerguns
He does, however, take a careful step back (even with his body is telling him to press forward, go, it is safe, it is right-- but no, it isn't, this isn't him, there is something wrong, he is not like this, ever, and maybe having gone past the eighth hour did something to him and he has to stop and--). ]
I don't care.
[ It is harsher than he usually would be, even if he is usually harsh, but the constant noise, like a landline connection that keeps going off and on. He keeps his distance. He forces himself to want it. ]
Did you see an exit?