Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 14:02:34 GMT -8
He had fled the nest the moment he had found himself awake on the floor, Cliff had moved at such a fleeted rate that even the security officers who had been in the room at the time who were still waking and a man in blue watched him go past with raised brows. Cliff didn't often move so fast when going to and from places, his pace usually quite tranquil bordering predatory but they had seen him in a seriously far more agile fashion. It was often a case of fight or flight when it came to definitive uncomfortable situation, and for Cliff with what he was going through and trying to deal with, it had been very much a case fleeing. He couldn't bear the reminder but even with going through passageways and turbolifts, it wouldn't leave him. Like a barnacle, it point blank refused to budge. But then, how exactly could you forget strangling the one you loved and being helpless to stop it? He couldn't find the answer for himself.
He debated trying to find her, convince her it hadn't been him but what would that have proved. If the imagery was still fresh on his mind, it was surely going to be thrice that on Hudson's, especially with what she had told him in the past. No, he would have done more harm right now than good and he needed his own space too. Even with all that the woman from the greyness had tried to comfort him with. It wasn't enough. He felt suddenly incredibly homesick; his parents, sister and blood brother would have known just what to do and it usually involved a lot of food and tea in the process.
Cliff had been hopeful that at least one of the Lounges would be more or less void of people and thankfully this one was so far empty. He knew that would change but he was equally hopeful that they'd gravitate towards the Nest and the Mess than to come to where he had retreated. He couldn't face going back to his quarters... he shared with Hudson now and he knew he would find it all too much to cope. He moved to the far corner, pushing a couch to face the window before he sat against it. He pulled his knees up against his chest and wrapped his arms loosely around the top of them. Just enough for his hands to be within eyesight, splayed slightly as he absently stared at them.
Cliff didn't really know who to turn to, he wasn't comfortable or on any real talking level with the counselors as he didn't know them. They hadn't exactly been proactive and were far more likely to be busy dealing with the whatever the Starfleet people had gone through. After all, they usually got first port of call, or seemed to. He knew Sig but the man would undoubtedly be snowed under. Instead, he just forgot the world around him, brooding and running events over and over in his mind.
This was worse than being in that grey place. He was shaking slightly without even realising it.
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He debated trying to find her, convince her it hadn't been him but what would that have proved. If the imagery was still fresh on his mind, it was surely going to be thrice that on Hudson's, especially with what she had told him in the past. No, he would have done more harm right now than good and he needed his own space too. Even with all that the woman from the greyness had tried to comfort him with. It wasn't enough. He felt suddenly incredibly homesick; his parents, sister and blood brother would have known just what to do and it usually involved a lot of food and tea in the process.
Cliff had been hopeful that at least one of the Lounges would be more or less void of people and thankfully this one was so far empty. He knew that would change but he was equally hopeful that they'd gravitate towards the Nest and the Mess than to come to where he had retreated. He couldn't face going back to his quarters... he shared with Hudson now and he knew he would find it all too much to cope. He moved to the far corner, pushing a couch to face the window before he sat against it. He pulled his knees up against his chest and wrapped his arms loosely around the top of them. Just enough for his hands to be within eyesight, splayed slightly as he absently stared at them.
Cliff didn't really know who to turn to, he wasn't comfortable or on any real talking level with the counselors as he didn't know them. They hadn't exactly been proactive and were far more likely to be busy dealing with the whatever the Starfleet people had gone through. After all, they usually got first port of call, or seemed to. He knew Sig but the man would undoubtedly be snowed under. Instead, he just forgot the world around him, brooding and running events over and over in his mind.
This was worse than being in that grey place. He was shaking slightly without even realising it.
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