Which he does. Move, that is. Almost like he sat on a spring, he bolts from the bench and presses his back up against the wall, still on the inside of the door. Entering and exiting rooms is absurdly difficult for some reason, but it's very important to surround yourself with a good, large bubble of open air.

He knows he's acting crazy, but it's hard to stop and try to be normal for Collette's sake. He was always so sane before. But these days, he's always just a handful of problems away from a freakout. Sometimes less than that. At the moment, it's more like a few hairs away.