It wasn't supposed to happen this way. The bombs weren't supposed to work. There weren't supposed to be people caught in the fires. He wasn't supposed to walk into the infirmary - looking for Mickey, who he still hasn't tracked down - to find Tiffany. Laid out on a table and going slowly cold.
No, this is way, way over his head. He feels that tight, pressing, claustrophobic panic squeezing his chest. He can't go back to his room. Isn't sure if he wants to confess his part in this disaster or hide as long as he's able.
One thing or another lands him at Harry's door, wide-eyed and anxious, still wearing his costume. He knocks rapidly, soot-streaked and breathing hard.
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Date: 2016-01-28 01:28 pm (UTC)No, this is way, way over his head. He feels that tight, pressing, claustrophobic panic squeezing his chest. He can't go back to his room. Isn't sure if he wants to confess his part in this disaster or hide as long as he's able.
One thing or another lands him at Harry's door, wide-eyed and anxious, still wearing his costume. He knocks rapidly, soot-streaked and breathing hard.