Yes, he had been out. No, it had nothing to do with the Halloween Ball. He had attempted sleep only once the night before but as soon as midnight hit, what dreams had been restless had been plunged inâin⌠many, many things. He had woken up sweating, crying, and outright in fits while trying to not wake his roommate.
The whole day had continued as such, shivers leaking through his veins and scraping up his spine, a depression that was so oppressive he could barely move. Things in his periphery made him jump, anxiety spiking until he was far too on edge to go anywhere public. Instead he had moved to the belltower where once upon a time he had met a star being and sketched for the first time since he had come to Insolitus. He had heard all the things going on down below and he wasnât quite sure if the pressure in his chest was just Halloween and itâs palpable magic increasing as others passed and energy built into nightfall or the fact that he was far too incapable to join in. He did not eat, drink, and he most certainly did not sleep, body chilled to the bone by the stone around him, and by the time he woke from his panicked daze, it was out of the night and into daybreak and the winds had scattered his drawings.
Returning to the dorm, he didnât feel any particular panic for Yoon. He had left a note saying he wasnât sure if heâd be in at all that whole day or night and hoped that Yoon interpreted it as a healthy endeavor and not him locking himself away in solitude. Coming into the room, however, and seeing someone still in bed shockedâno, worriedâhim. His roommate didnât usually stay in if the sun was up. He was not quiet closing the door (though he hardly slammed it), and he dropped his papers in the table in the kitchen to straighten, eying the lump on the bed.