[The sort of day that just won't start, huh. Qrow knows how that is. Usually he didn't have the luxury to lay around, though, especially outside of Kingdom walls where such a thing was all but asking to be attacked by Grimm. The way he'd coped back then had been alcohol, dampening the most crippling of his emotions in enough booze that he could scrounge up his get-up-and-go from underneath, like a college student frantically digging for coins in the couch cushions to pay the pizza guy.
He's not sure how much Break wants to talk about it, though. He hates talking about his feelings. The only times he's usually ended up doing it is when something in Deerington (or Trench) made him through some manner of fuckery. So here in this blanket pile in what he'd intended as a casual visit more than anything else, knowing Break is not doing great--because just won't start is an understatement, of course, what it really means is feeling crushed under the weight of too much grief and despair and responsibility, desperately trying to get air into your lungs while actively drowning. It's those times where he chased a blackout because existing was just too much effort some days.
He can't make Break admit to any of that. Instead, he just flaps a hand from his spot on the floor curled up in his blanket.]
It's been a fucked-up month, don't worry about it.
[Not like he hasn't been somewhat absent the past few weeks himself, honestly.]
Everyone been in one piece over here?
[Just checking in case the reason for the Day That Won't Start is a maimed or formerly dead kid or something and he needs to drastically adjust his vibe here.]
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He's not sure how much Break wants to talk about it, though. He hates talking about his feelings. The only times he's usually ended up doing it is when something in Deerington (or Trench) made him through some manner of fuckery. So here in this blanket pile in what he'd intended as a casual visit more than anything else, knowing Break is not doing great--because just won't start is an understatement, of course, what it really means is feeling crushed under the weight of too much grief and despair and responsibility, desperately trying to get air into your lungs while actively drowning. It's those times where he chased a blackout because existing was just too much effort some days.
He can't make Break admit to any of that. Instead, he just flaps a hand from his spot on the floor curled up in his blanket.]
It's been a fucked-up month, don't worry about it.
[Not like he hasn't been somewhat absent the past few weeks himself, honestly.]
Everyone been in one piece over here?
[Just checking in case the reason for the Day That Won't Start is a maimed or formerly dead kid or something and he needs to drastically adjust his vibe here.]