"hey, rindude, you okay?" fret puts a hand on rindo's shoulder, a concerned expression twisting on his features. rindo looked -- off. he looked really pale & definitely not himself. something's up for sure. "look like you've seen a ghost."
He doesn't even have it in him to just try to pretend to be alright anymore. It's been too much, gone on for far too long, it's eating away at him, at his soul and Rindo's not sure how much there will be left whenever ( if ) this ends.
But he still has to keep pretending and he just. Can't. He's exhausted, worn down and into the ground and he's going to crash soon.
And he's trying ( so hard, he needs to- ) to go through the motions and letting his body take over for his barely present mind. No one else deserves to go through this ( they would hate to hear it, wouldn't they? That noise is right- ), he just had to find a way through-
Shoulders rigid, body tense, gaze distant- was he trembling?
It takes his exhausted mind a moment much longer than usual to catch up, to realize who is there- and that doesn't help. When he turns, slowly, to look at him, to try and focus on his friend, he doesn't see the worry ( is he really worried? That can't be-), he just sees the noise and hears those words-
He didn't have the energy to do anything, really. Not to scream, not to run- nothing. He might have been sleeping ( was he? He didn't know- ), but he hadn't rested in so long...
"I... I-I'm sorry, I- s-sorry..." for everything, he wanted to say, his voice so weak and tiny it didn't even sound like his own. He wanted to explain, to go further, to even beg for forgiveness, pathetic as it might be- but he couldn't. He couldn't say anything else, just going quiet, closing up again. He could almost feel that noise still haunting him, even now.
It wasn't as if he had suddenly earned that forgiveness, anyways. The noise made that clear enough.
