who_is_she | Kick up the 4d3d3d3

It seems like it takes a really long time for everyone to decide it's time to get some rest. Rhys is glad for it, really, because the last year or two have been hard and he's just really, really glad to be around his friends again. He also feels vaguely like he's teetering at the edge of a precipice, and he's afraid if he's left alone with his thoughts he's going to hurtle over it. It feels better to have the chatter of his friends distract him from any thinking.

But eventually their exhaustion catches up with them, and they share a few hugs and go their separate ways. Vaughn shows Rhys to something he calls "the guest room", but Rhys suspects it's more like some kind of weird... royalty shrine thing. It's very elaborate for a room in a refugee camp.

The whole thing gives Rhys the heebie-jeebies, and makes him want to sleep even less than he already did. He's exhausted down to his bones but he feels kind of... itchy, too. He feels like he's going to wake up in Jack's office at any moment and this will all have been some kind of flare of consciousness wish fulfillment.

Rhys leaves the weird room and let's himself quietly out of Vaughn's place, pushing his hands into his pockets and making his way through the little town. He finds a good vantage point overlooking the headless Handsome Jack statue, and sits in front of it, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, really, after blaming so much on himself for so long and then facing irrefutable proof that his friends loved him and he'd done the right thing. The heroic thing. It was overwhelming, and Rhys feels a lump rising in his throat the more he thinks about it.