He can feel it in the air like electricity charging the entire room when her demeanor shifts. It's always been that way with Hela, her anger is this just-nearly-tangible thing, always burning bright and hot and ready under the surface. Most of the time, it's not that bad, it's almost just nice to feel that kind of white-hot protection in your corner. But right now, as it is, it's almost too much to deal with for him.
"Me, I guess," he says flippantly, moving properly into the room and dropping down onto the first surface he can fit on to sit leaned back on his arms. "I overdosed the other night." he admits quietly, a hot, dark shame shadowing his eyes as well as his words.
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"Me, I guess," he says flippantly, moving properly into the room and dropping down onto the first surface he can fit on to sit leaned back on his arms. "I overdosed the other night." he admits quietly, a hot, dark shame shadowing his eyes as well as his words.