the door pushes open. and there's fei du! he's just standing there, shoulders hunched at his ears, phone thrown on the floor. he's got his hand clutched in the bare front of his shirt, hand splayed flat on his chest - electricity crackles off of his fingers, like he was trying, he was trying -
worse than that, he's breathing ragged and staring into the distance, dissociating out of his mind, like he's three seconds from a panic attack or trying to desperately wrangle his thoughts into place or both, but his brain's awful thoughts play back a loop of those same noises, the snatched lyrics of a familiar song, the discordant notes of whatever was playing when wenzhou's announcement went through, no, work, god damn it, come on
but it doesn't seem like he's noticed he has company. ]
well. he probably has a reason for doing that, but there's a panicked No-! followed by an overlapping cacophony of voices while nahida fumbles her phone to channel her psych through it and make a barrier between fei du's electricity and himself.
...and then she pauses before actually making the barrier as something occurs to her -
[ thank god. the thought is enough that it almost startles him out of it, though not quite entirely. he takes a deep, shuddering breath, as he seems to - at least sort of realize he's in a room, and another person is there.
he looks - over. and there's no saving his dignity, no saving his expression, no cool, calm and collected fei du. he looks like a wounded animal.
fei du coughs. the noise is sort of instinctual - his hand curls tight in the front of his open shirt, half like he could close it, try and close himself up and throw away the key, as he sucks in a breath. ]
...Nahida. [ his voice is hoarse, when he does talk. his thoughts are nightmarishly bad still, a tangle of static. don't no no why it wasn't supposed to no don't get it together get it together no no ] Did... sorry.
[ god. he takes in a deep breath and manages to just - suck it all in. he has to ignore the thoughts, because he has to frantically cling to some semblance of normality, to something, when he just wants - he just can't -
electricity sparks lightly over his knuckles, and he curls his hands tightly at his sides, dropping them and trying to put himself back together. it doesn't look like fei du's been crying or anything, but he looks haunted, half a mile away, dissociating out of his body. his thoughts are much of the same, that awful, tangled, staticky despair of words and discordant violin. ]
[that haunted expression is painful. she knows he's been through a lot - she's seen some of the hurts he's suffered, in his memories - and she knows just how much luo wenzhou means to him, so she can understand why he would react this way. why his thoughts would be the way that they are.
what she doesn't know is how she can help. she does know that she wants to, though.]
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[well. she's just going to try the doorknob
is it locked]
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the door pushes open. and there's fei du! he's just standing there, shoulders hunched at his ears, phone thrown on the floor. he's got his hand clutched in the bare front of his shirt, hand splayed flat on his chest - electricity crackles off of his fingers, like he was trying, he was trying -
worse than that, he's breathing ragged and staring into the distance, dissociating out of his mind, like he's three seconds from a panic attack or trying to desperately wrangle his thoughts into place or both, but his brain's awful thoughts play back a loop of those same noises, the snatched lyrics of a familiar song, the discordant notes of whatever was playing when wenzhou's announcement went through, no, work, god damn it, come on
but it doesn't seem like he's noticed he has company. ]
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well. he probably has a reason for doing that, but there's a panicked No-! followed by an overlapping cacophony of voices while nahida fumbles her phone to channel her psych through it and make a barrier between fei du's electricity and himself.
...and then she pauses before actually making the barrier as something occurs to her -
Wait he's immune to his own Psych...]
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he looks - over. and there's no saving his dignity, no saving his expression, no cool, calm and collected fei du. he looks like a wounded animal.
the electricity on his hand dies. ]
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she's just - worried, and when he looks over, she meets his gaze.]
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fei du coughs. the noise is sort of instinctual - his hand curls tight in the front of his open shirt, half like he could close it, try and close himself up and throw away the key, as he sucks in a breath. ]
...Nahida. [ his voice is hoarse, when he does talk. his thoughts are nightmarishly bad still, a tangle of static. don't no no why it wasn't supposed to no don't get it together get it together no no ] Did... sorry.
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[she's kind of the one who just opened the door and walked in. imagine respecting closed doors and locks, couldn't be someone from an rpg.
It's okay if you aren't okay with this. It hurts to see what happened this week.]
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electricity sparks lightly over his knuckles, and he curls his hands tightly at his sides, dropping them and trying to put himself back together. it doesn't look like fei du's been crying or anything, but he looks haunted, half a mile away, dissociating out of his body. his thoughts are much of the same, that awful, tangled, staticky despair of words and discordant violin. ]
... Did you need something?
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[that haunted expression is painful. she knows he's been through a lot - she's seen some of the hurts he's suffered, in his memories - and she knows just how much luo wenzhou means to him, so she can understand why he would react this way. why his thoughts would be the way that they are.
what she doesn't know is how she can help. she does know that she wants to, though.]