[Alfred looks...bad, once Reverie gets a good look. He's sitting with the lights all out on the floor of his shower, fully clothed, but with holes burnt here and there through the fabric of his shirt and pants. The boy is curled into a ball, rocking a little back and forth, droning and sobbing his way through whatever that tune he's humming is; when Reverie suddenly materializes, the panic that lances through him is evident in the bright red glow of his eyes, the sudden hiss of steam across his shoulders.
But he sees his friend, he recognizes that he's worried, and a measure of lucidity breaks through the numb, blank mask of fear he had been wearing.]
R-Reverie - I - I can't-
[His eyes, briefly, unfocus, flicking glassily to his bathroom mirror, to the dark corners of the room, to, strangely, the ceiling. Irrational fears that seem completely rational right now. Scared. So scared.
no subject
But he sees his friend, he recognizes that he's worried, and a measure of lucidity breaks through the numb, blank mask of fear he had been wearing.]
R-Reverie - I - I can't-
[His eyes, briefly, unfocus, flicking glassily to his bathroom mirror, to the dark corners of the room, to, strangely, the ceiling. Irrational fears that seem completely rational right now. Scared. So scared.
Another hiss of steam, another flash.]
I can't stop burning-