#well... shit.

To say Terrence was anything but egotistical would be a joke. It’s no wonder whoever is hiding behind the gossip blog has a strong dislike for the man. After all, he tore down people’s disguises crept under their masks to learn their secrets. Learned how to use the secrets for his own personal gain. And if he had to do it again to save something he truly cared for? He’d do it again in a heartbeat. He’d long since accepted that the place for him was not going to be where everyone else would go. He’d be a speck of dirt in his next life if you believe in reincarnation. His soul had been damned the day his father had been dragged from their house all those years ago on Christmas day. What sealed his soul to this fact, however, had been when his mother took her things and left in the middle of the night leaving him with a failure.

But with his ego comes a surprising amount of patience. Patience that gets chipped away slowly. Worn down as the time passes, and eventually, the cracks begin to form. Spreading around like webs into the shattering patience. In those moments Terrence is known to lose his cool. Whether it be a quick burst of anger directed at someone for something annoying they’d continue to do. Or someone’s own inadequacy. If there was one thing Terrence hated more than anything. It was failure. Perhaps that was why as the days turned to months and barely anything had surfaced about the investigation into the missing students he began to feel agitated. Why on Halloween he’d been quick to anger, and why he’d been provoking the person behind the mask. Whose distaste for him was just.

When this anger was directed at someone, however, there was little to nothing, save Terrence himself, that could stop the anger. The only time he remembers having been this angry was when he’d painstakingly wasted seven years of his life on someone who left immediately. No thank you, no time spent together, not even a question if he wanted to go with. The anger was directed at the person he had to grow up without, the person he gave everything up to get back all those years ago. So, after he’d brought his group to their respective locations he set out to find the person his anger had been directed at currently.

With brisk steps and his brows furrowed, he projects his voice down the hall at the woman. “Emery. We need to talk about what the hell just happened. Because quite frankly this…” Eyes landing on her face his words stop immediately. His pace gradually slowing down he sighs, eyes downcast. Continuing with his normal tone after taking a moment to compose himself he looks back up. “This is going to be hell to go through alone. And um… I’d uh… like to help. With the uh… investigation...?” His voice comes out unsure as his hostile expression settles into perplexity. It was obvious she’d been having a rough night.

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