"Ugh... What do I doo...?"

He whines, rolling even faster on the floor, arms crossed and pouting.

He does this whenever he's worried or overwhelmed, and you knew that, better than most.

He doesn't stop, mind racking about who knows what as he rolls.

There was no aim to it, it was just calmling to him.

It let him get out his energy and tension, and the cold feeling of the floor grounded him.

Pun not intended.

Thankfully, the floor wasn't too dirty.