One day, Riddle would understand better, to be able to know and put together the pieces of the puzzle he was currently missing. Until that day, he'll take it one step at a time, push forward and continue to do what he always has: try.
For the moment, the way Riddle decided to start? This tea, and curling up in someone else's bed. An action that might seem childish, were he to admit he was scared of falling back into a nightmare all over again. Of feeling alone, then waking up with that reality.
He offers Trey a simple nod.
"Alright. Don't take too long. You know I'm hardly one for patience." With that, the small housewarden finally begins to make his way up the stairs, back to the dorm rooms. An initial stop at his own room to drop off the books, then he was on his way over to Trey's room.
Opening the door, he wanders in, not quite thinking about needing to close the door or wait within the threshold of the door. He instead focuses on moving into the room, towards the bed. His teacup is set for a brief moment on the nightstand, as Riddle moves to get into his bed, only pausing when he spots a cardigan that... okay, it looks cozy, he's cold. Sue him.
It's slipped on before he gets into the bed, finally settling down and picking his cup back into his hands. The sleeves need to be pushed up a bit, as the boy swims in the fabric. Now to wait for Trey... he really better not keep him waiting.
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For the moment, the way Riddle decided to start? This tea, and curling up in someone else's bed. An action that might seem childish, were he to admit he was scared of falling back into a nightmare all over again. Of feeling alone, then waking up with that reality.
He offers Trey a simple nod.
"Alright. Don't take too long. You know I'm hardly one for patience." With that, the small housewarden finally begins to make his way up the stairs, back to the dorm rooms. An initial stop at his own room to drop off the books, then he was on his way over to Trey's room.
Opening the door, he wanders in, not quite thinking about needing to close the door or wait within the threshold of the door. He instead focuses on moving into the room, towards the bed. His teacup is set for a brief moment on the nightstand, as Riddle moves to get into his bed, only pausing when he spots a cardigan that... okay, it looks cozy, he's cold. Sue him.
It's slipped on before he gets into the bed, finally settling down and picking his cup back into his hands. The sleeves need to be pushed up a bit, as the boy swims in the fabric. Now to wait for Trey... he really better not keep him waiting.