Barnaby isn't in the garden or in the hallways. Most of the places he was left behind when he was a puppet are bare now. Which is understandable, now that he can actually move, go where he wants to be.
And where he wants to be is definitely away from people. Too many people hurt him last month, took advantage of him, touched him and Barnaby can't blame them for that but he also can't trust himself to be comfortable. He's not good at being around people in the first place, and even less so when he isn't acting as the hero, Barnaby Brooks Jr.
The puppet he was last month was sort of a more extreme version of the Barnaby that met with the sponsors about two years ago. He needs to remember what it's like to not smile for the cameras.
And he needs to get that very bad taste out of his mouth from thinking about the sponsors and by extension thinking about that nightmare.
...That wasn't real, right? It couldn't have been. It was too much even for Maverick to do something like that. It felt too real, but it wasn't.
Nothing is real, is it? Everything is shattered and fake. Kotetsu had said as much to him.
Barnaby sighs and pulls the covers over his head, ignoring the way his mind offers the sound of Kotetsu calling for him. Not real, not real...
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Date: 2016-11-13 08:34 pm (UTC)And where he wants to be is definitely away from people. Too many people hurt him last month, took advantage of him, touched him and Barnaby can't blame them for that but he also can't trust himself to be comfortable. He's not good at being around people in the first place, and even less so when he isn't acting as the hero, Barnaby Brooks Jr.
The puppet he was last month was sort of a more extreme version of the Barnaby that met with the sponsors about two years ago. He needs to remember what it's like to not smile for the cameras.
And he needs to get that very bad taste out of his mouth from thinking about the sponsors and by extension thinking about that nightmare.
...That wasn't real, right? It couldn't have been. It was too much even for Maverick to do something like that. It felt too real, but it wasn't.
Nothing is real, is it? Everything is shattered and fake. Kotetsu had said as much to him.
Barnaby sighs and pulls the covers over his head, ignoring the way his mind offers the sound of Kotetsu calling for him. Not real, not real...