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When we finished breakfast, Griff disappeared back into his room. I couldn't help but worry, and I'm sure that Aino was doing the same. He covered it up awfully well, though. He continued to talk to me with a smile.

I stood with Aino for a long portion of the day, and we talked about our separate experiences over the past few months. I didn't tell him about some of the crazier scenarios, just the general.

He told me about his experience at this camp and how Bitchford has treated him. He said that he's never met any of the people that me and Griff encountered, and he's only ever seen Aurelio a few times. He agreed that Aurelio was creepy and said the same thing about his voice and the way he says our names.

After that, I couldn't help but surrender to the room. We were permitted to stay here until told otherwise, and all that was here was television.

No offense, but I wasn't gonna talk to Aino all day with SpongeBob in the background. I wanted some time to myself, which I haven't gotten for a bit.

I left Aino in the living room, his lunch barely touched since we were talking. I decided to bring Griff something because he hadn't come out since breakfast.

I slowly opened the door to the room, peeking my head in first.

"Hey, can I come in?" I asked first, making sure that he was fine with me being there.

He was covered by the many blankets that were on the bed, the same sitcom playing from this morning.

"Yeah, I don't mind." he responded, barely budging from his current state.

I shut the door behind me, the frown on my face very obvious. I couldn't help but worry, and I wanted to pick his brain just a little. I wanted to know how he felt about this whole thing.

"I brought you lunch," I spoke, walking ahead to set it on the table beside his bed.

He finally looked up at me, his eyes seeming cloudly in whatever emotion he was feeling.

Despite being solo for a long time, I could normally tell people's mood.

Right now, Griff was a mystery.

I was fighting the urge to ask him about it, but I knew it would be disrespectful. I didn't want to force him to talk.

I simply left the food there, then went back to my corner.

I noticed the pillow and blanket still there, but it was folded and arranged neatly now.

I glanced back at Griff, only seeing his back face towards me.

I sighed a bit, moving the blanket so I could set my head on the pillow.

I faced the wall opposite from the tv, feeling like I was pushed up against it. I didn't realize how close I was before.

"Do you feel uneasy?"

I felt my eyes widen a bit when I heard his grimm voice, a little put off by the question.

"What do you mean?" I asked, moving my head a bit to signify that I was talking to him.

"I feel uneasy being here. I couldn't really sleep well, and all I could think about was my past here. It was just like your flashbacks, and I felt like ripping my own skin off so I could grow new skin. A pair that was untouched by this place," he mumbled, his body hardly budging still.

It was dark, but I understood what he meant. Every time I thought about the day of the apocalypse, I felt like washing my hands till the spots that were touched by blood were washed raw.