[Keith didn't have a more eloquent way to put it. It seemed like since the start, this entire month had been out to get him. He thought, surely, it could only get better from here. No, he was wrong and naive and stupid and now everything was such a fucking mess he could barely wrap his head around it.]
[His team-mates were probably worried. He hadn't really come out of his room much in the last few days. Hadn't spoken to anyone, really. He didn't have the energy or the will to make words, not when his head was a buzzing mess of anger and hurt. Not when he had so much on his mind it was pressing down like a weight and any time he thought of trying to reach out, it just pressed harder, wrapped tighter around his chest. No, it didn't take long for him to feel constantly overstimulated and anxious by just being in the same space with four other people, even if they were people he cared out.]
[He needed some air. He needed to get out and go somewhere calm, quiet and all to himself. He needed to get out and do something on his own so he could think freely without having reminders all around him to rub in his face everything that he's lost this month.]
[So that's why at 2 am, Keith has a military style knapsack filled with clothing and supplies setting next to him on the floor while he laced up his boots by the front door.]
A few days after the Elios event
[Keith didn't have a more eloquent way to put it. It seemed like since the start, this entire month had been out to get him. He thought, surely, it could only get better from here. No, he was wrong and naive and stupid and now everything was such a fucking mess he could barely wrap his head around it.]
[His team-mates were probably worried. He hadn't really come out of his room much in the last few days. Hadn't spoken to anyone, really. He didn't have the energy or the will to make words, not when his head was a buzzing mess of anger and hurt. Not when he had so much on his mind it was pressing down like a weight and any time he thought of trying to reach out, it just pressed harder, wrapped tighter around his chest. No, it didn't take long for him to feel constantly overstimulated and anxious by just being in the same space with four other people, even if they were people he cared out.]
[He needed some air. He needed to get out and go somewhere calm, quiet and all to himself. He needed to get out and do something on his own so he could think freely without having reminders all around him to rub in his face everything that he's lost this month.]
[So that's why at 2 am, Keith has a military style knapsack filled with clothing and supplies setting next to him on the floor while he laced up his boots by the front door.]