LOCATION: Robshaw House WHO: @aggierobshaw
Theodore had locked himself in his childhood bedroom nearly an hour ago. Not that the lock would stop anyone in this house, Aggie had probably known how to bypass it since she was twelve, but it made him feel less exposed. He sat on the bed against the wall just curled up. The room looked smaller than he remembered. The baseball trophies on the shelf. Photographs from high school. His phone lay face down across the room after being launched there in a fit of frustration. Every buzz felt like another person wanting answers about the photograph from the carnival. About Knox. About the kiss. And he had no real explanation.
A knock sounded at the door, Theodore knew it was Agnes. The two were texting before the phone ended up in the middle of the floor. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he got out of the bed and tried straightening out the wrinkles in his clothes before he opened the door. For a moment he just looked at it before lowering his head. "Jack saw the photo," he admitted quietly, the words finally escaping him. “I don’t know how to come back from this.”
