Thursday had been... bad. Bad was the only word that Jonothon could possibly use, because if he tried to make better words to fit what Thursday was, he'd be just inventing them as he went and adding letters for the rest of his life. He missed her. He would always miss her. And he hadn't even had it in him to open his eyes and face her as she walked out of his life.
Friday had been... numb. Jonothon had spent Friday unable to think, drowning in himself in spite of the fact that he didn't need to breathe. But at least it hadn't been numb and alone. He wouldn't have made it through Friday if it had been both, and he'd tell Raven so, eventually, and thank her again for finding him.
Saturday had been... tiring. He had a new roommate to replace Jak, and she wasn't so bad, really. And there had been people at the picnic, even if he didn't think he was up to seeing anybody at all, and they demonstrated one by one that he wasn't alone. Hell, Ben had even come over to watch bloody stupid films that night. There had been popcorn. For throwing, not for eating.
Sunday had just been overwhelming. He'd decided that he wasn't going to have any of that moping thing that he kept giving into, and he was going to go to the library and he was going to bloody well work, and if he smothered himself in it, then he didn't have to think about anything else. And it had been off to a good start. He'd helped Faramir and Dolf both. But then Sherlock bloody Holmes showed up as well, and had ruined his state of mind for dealing with Murdoch, and Mr. DeTamble had wound up sending him home early. Which had led to drinking with Karla and George and a shared psionic sense of tipsiness that, as enjoyable as it was while they were reading The Three Musketeers last night, had sometime since given way to a psionic hangover.
And so Monday? Monday was going to be spent under the covers, cursing sunlight and detectives and swashbuckling and beer. To hell with everything in the entire bloody world. Jonothon didn't have to be up until tomorrow, anyhow.
[But, of course, the post is open for anyone who wants to stop by to poke the mutant, closed door be damned.]
- Room 408, Monday Afternoon