Jetlag // Light River
The town was gradually returning to focus, notching itself back into place after just another Swynlake round of destruction. Not the first one Ian had survived since moving there, but the first he'd survived on his own. Or more so without his family, he hadn't been alone at all, so it felt like some surreal change. If that was what amounted to weird adult rites of passage there, or whatever, he wasn't a fan.
Lethargy followed him back to his dorm, finally, after several days absent while the town recovered, while he recovered. It was unsettling to realize he didn't really want to go back to classes, but that was probably still the anxiety nipping at him. The world was upside down. His bed was a welcome sight, his roommate even more so, an intense relief as he hit the mattress with a bland groan and hugged his pillow.
"Hi Miguel, I'm glad you're alive. I'm very tired." It all came out in a rush and just barely comprehensible.
Not a physical tired, he'd slept okay the past few days, but he was still in the middle of emotional jetlag catching up. "Sorry," he abandoned the pillow to flop gracelessly over to actually talk to Miguel. "You okay, after everything?" A few - okay more like a dozen but Ian worried like it was a job - texts had kept most of his fears calmed when it came to Miguel's safety, but the night had been intense and wellbeing was more than only physical.
@remember-miguel
