this morning #650.

this morning, it was nice & all that he’d driven all through the night to get there but it was also a little bit creepy. it’s not as if someone had asked him to drop what he was doing & come to their rescue. they certainly weren’t expecting him to but there he was, standing in the doorway with a unkempt beard, a backpack slung over his shoulder & wide eyes that signified either too much caffeine or something much more sinister. it was always hard to tell with him. most of the time, he only communicated with them online, so it was difficult to discern how he was handling his mental health. the way he dropped his bag to the floor & gave everyone awkward hugs gave them a little bit of a clue.