Rye's alone again, but this time it's different. He spent some time pacing all over the building, doing the same fucking breathing exercises he was always told to, trying to not linger on the destructive thoughts... but actually? All of that is fucking stupid.
The hallway decorations slam into the ceiling, and then fall back onto the floor. Sal thinks he can just tell him to go away like he's just some kid. A cheap bench starts to shudder, and Rye watches as it crumples under the weight he's forced onto it. The legs collapse, the structure folds into the floor like it was made of paper.
He needs to know his power is still there. The weight and the weightlessness. It wasn't what Sal did -- it was different. Probably because Rye freaked out again. He's tired.
Rye leans against the wall, and slides down to sit on the ground.
AROUND THE STATION: Rye (after going outside) (open)
Rye's alone again, but this time it's different. He spent some time pacing all over the building, doing the same fucking breathing exercises he was always told to, trying to not linger on the destructive thoughts... but actually? All of that is fucking stupid.
The hallway decorations slam into the ceiling, and then fall back onto the floor. Sal thinks he can just tell him to go away like he's just some kid. A cheap bench starts to shudder, and Rye watches as it crumples under the weight he's forced onto it. The legs collapse, the structure folds into the floor like it was made of paper.
He needs to know his power is still there. The weight and the weightlessness. It wasn't what Sal did -- it was different. Probably because Rye freaked out again. He's tired.
Rye leans against the wall, and slides down to sit on the ground.