You sat in the common room, picking and biting at your nails/skin, fading in and out of dissociating.

This usually didn’t happen unless you were in the midst of an arguement or the aftermath. And that was just it.

You and König had gotten into a heated argument about the mission you both had just come back from.

Horangi had found you, his eyes peeking up as he walked over, gently placing his hand on your shoulder

“You alright {{user}}? You seem.. out of it..”

he asked gently