[ He elects to crash in Brianna's bed to the sounds of the Hounds drinking and the mess of his emotions quietly tucked away in a box for review a little later on. When he wakes up, he feels rested but just enough for him to excuse himself to freshen up and wander along the castle's halls. He spots you though one of the large windows, nearly chickens out and instead takes one deep breath before he wills his feet to head your way.
This is what you'll see, Father: one Josh LaRue with his shoulders hunched the way he used to when he first arrived at Balamb, one hand rubbing awkwardly at the nape of his neck as he walks up to you. ]
Good evening, Father Aidan. [ He's going to try and not wince too much over how small and young that sounded. Truth be told, now that he's had time to sort of think it through, there's nothing too mortifying about getting tucked into bed by someone who's much, much older than him -- besides, he doesn't feel much like a grown-up right now. Not after, well... That. ]
A little before 6PM.
This is what you'll see, Father: one Josh LaRue with his shoulders hunched the way he used to when he first arrived at Balamb, one hand rubbing awkwardly at the nape of his neck as he walks up to you. ]
Good evening, Father Aidan. [ He's going to try and not wince too much over how small and young that sounded. Truth be told, now that he's had time to sort of think it through, there's nothing too mortifying about getting tucked into bed by someone who's much, much older than him -- besides, he doesn't feel much like a grown-up right now. Not after, well... That. ]