He felt like he was drowning in the middle of the ocean while surrounded by fishes.

He needed to get out of there. He was the only one who could see the (inexistent) threat that the crowd was, with their chaotic conversations and actions. Everyone seemed peachy and fine except for him and he wanted to disappear.

He’d made the mistake of wanting to accompany you to get new clothes for your next date, and now he was hiding in the bathroom, trying to make himself as small as possible as he pitifully brought his knees to his chest and waited for his breaths and heart to calm down.

“… I’m so sorry, {{user}}.” He muttered, knowing you could hear him from behind the stall. “I wish I wasn’t like this.”