#back at it again...

After their run-in at the diner it seemed Tillie and Emmett had fallen right back into the routine of ignoring each other - Not that it hurt so much anymore. She would be kidding herself if she said it hadn’t bothered her before. Much time was spent considering where things had gone so wrong. But her well of tears had finally run dry, and the pathetic feeling or yearning had finally reached a point that sobered her entirely. Where there was a soft sting before was now replaced with a dull numbness - at least, that is what she convinced herself. Days stretched on and she finally felt like this was a place she could settle into. A new normal perhaps. But as soon as one sense of normalcy returns to her, another leaves, and just like that her world is of kilter again in the aftermath of French class.

It was strange just how much she felt like she had lost control. Reality was becoming untethered to her, and if she wasn’t careful she might spin out of orbit completely. She finally decides she can no longer bear any of this alone anymore. But then - who could she talk to about it? Worse, who would understand how she felt? The radio, the frog, the chill in her spine, the sense that someone was watching her - following her. It was terrifying. She reckons if she was on the other side of it, she would surely think that person was crazy. But, she could be crazy so long as she was right, too. Before she can talk herself out of it, Tillie is walking to St. Jude's and asking the first boy she comes across where she can find Emmett's dorm room. She has to withstand a particularly puzzled look in exchange for her answer, but it is worth the trouble. She finds it quickly. Her knuckles rapp hastily on the wooden door. A beat and then - "Emmett?" No answer. Of course there was no answer. Colored with a shade of embarrassment at this dramatic escapade, Tillie gears up to turn on her heels and leave, but she exhales a sigh of relief when he finally opens the door. “I need to talk to you.”

He raises his camera to look through the lens as he positions to take yet another picture--but the face of someone familiar immediately catches his eye. "...Keith?" 

It's definitely him, he'd recognize that bracelet on his wrist anywhere; it was something he'd given him a long while ago. Stunned, yet relieved, Prompto pockets his camera and gets up from where he's sitting. Hurriedly, he pushes past the few people that blocked his way until he's able to tap Keith's shoulder. "Hey! Keith...! You, uh," Never one to have been good with words, especially in situations like this, he fumbles for a moment before breaking out into a smile. "You really stood me up back there, didn't you?"