[He's sprawled out on his bed, the journal on his stomach. His eyes are closed and he's breathing 9is slow. he's not sleeping though, just trying to reign in the sheer amount of anxiety that comes with all of this.
he sits up when Cassie enters, setting his journal aside and smiling weakly.] Hi, sorry. I was....[But he's not really sure what he was going to say with that sentence so it just trails off.]
[Hurrah, actionspam! :D:D:D]
he sits up when Cassie enters, setting his journal aside and smiling weakly.] Hi, sorry. I was....[But he's not really sure what he was going to say with that sentence so it just trails off.]