Wednesday, Room 406, after classes

[soldtoarmenians]

But, you know, a little more after classes than that other after classes over in Janet's room.

Today the Music of Pain was Ray Stevens. Who was allegedly non-depressing, and only sometimes country, and fell under the MoP umbrella only because this was Beside Myself, which had 1.5 decent songs on it, and neither of them was Butterfly Inside A Coupe DeVille which was currently playing because Xander couldn't be assed to get up and hit skip.

{Locked to zie roommate, ohyes. Contents of discussion NFB; any sudden and moody departures -- *whistles* -- fair game.}

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[soldtoarmenians]

At a loss, he stood up and walked over to her. "Look, I really am sorry if I screwed things up for you--" He put a hand on her shoulder.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel flinched and pulled away. "Just don't, okay?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander pulled his hand back and crossed his arms. "Ok, is there something I am allowed to do? Because I'm trying not to be an asshole here when confronted with the past tense news that apparently I already am one, but I'm coming up blank on this."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Right now? No," she said bitterly. And deep inside a part of her felt bad, because really none of this was Xander's fault. But right now it felt like everything she'd thought she'd buried deep inside over the last two weeks was going to come out and it was taking everything in her to keep it under control.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Oh...kay." Xander blinked again, then a few more times, way off-kilter now, and really not feeling all that welcome in the one place that he'd been able to hide relax this week.

He stalked back to his bed and grabbed his laptop and wallet in a few quick, awkward movements. "I'm just gonna be... somewhere that's not here, then. Drop me an e-mail or something when you get a second's free time to tell me what exactly the hell I did wrong."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel nodded, not really trusting herself to say anything right now. She sat down on her bed, pulled her legs up, and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on her knees. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she closed her eyes.

[soldtoarmenians]

And still his instinct was to be the guy with the shoulder, because that's what he did, if nothing else, and it was a damn good shoulder, but ...well, maybe these days it wasn't. None of the other parts were working the way they were supposed to after all, brain included.

Xander nodded curtly and left, pulling the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed sullenly down the hall after him as he walked away.