Room 203, Sunday Morning

[stykera]

Stark still hadn't given up on talking to himself. It was easier than talking to other people at least. Not that he wouldn't talk, given the opportunity, he just wasn't up to seeking out company at the moment. Going out, however briefly, on Wednesday to do something other than work had clearly been a fluke of some kind.

So now he was back in his room. Or still in his room. Quietly arguing with himself while sitting in a corner, head against the wall. Someone passing by the room might have heard the occasional soft thud of a mask hitting a wall, if they were listening.



[Door's not open, post is. I'm around, even.]

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[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

I had been about five in the morning when Molly woke up and remembered a conversation she'd had with Stark months ago where she promised to invite him home with her the next time she went. She felt bad that she hadn't remembered until now since she was leaving this afternoon, but she knew that he wouldn't have classes next week since he'd graduated already and maybe he would still be able to go.

So, before getting ready to cheer for flag football, Molly went to find Stark to ask him. She hesitated in front of his door for a moment and finally knocked. She did wonder about the soft thudding too.