Russell pads out the bedroom, stifling a yawn as he blindly pulls on a plaid button-up. Having been out for two months, adjustment back to the normal gruel of life is massively hard. Every time Russell closes his eyes he sees it. Hears it. He scratches his belly distractedly and slumps against the doorframe, leaning on it with his other arm.

“Hey.” A warm, almost-shy smile. “Um, gonna head out, y’know? Need anything from the store?” He thinks for a moment. “Like…milk, or…I dunno. Shit.”