[Though weak, he's able to stand well enough, and will go on out into the living room while Nephry goes to take care of her cut. Should she go looking for him, he won't be hard to follow -- the front door is left open a crack behind him as he's sitting out on the front porch, his arms loosely wrapped around his knees while he stares up at the sky.]
[It was a familiar scene, really. This wasn't the first time he was sitting outside at night like this because of a draft. In a way, it was like nothing had changed. Except this time, even weeks after the fact, it still bothered him enough to haunt his dreams. It was almost as if the trauma was only building onto itself, becoming more and more difficult for him to contain.]
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[It was a familiar scene, really. This wasn't the first time he was sitting outside at night like this because of a draft. In a way, it was like nothing had changed. Except this time, even weeks after the fact, it still bothered him enough to haunt his dreams. It was almost as if the trauma was only building onto itself, becoming more and more difficult for him to contain.]
[At the very least, he's managed to calm down.]