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Green was tired of it. Tired of everything. He loved his friends, yes; he had always held them near and dear to his heart, but their behavior towards him during the concert he had toiled away on for weeks hurt.
The hurt dug into his heart, slicing deep and continuously bleeding despite his attempts to stop it. It was exhausting.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the notebooks strewn about his desk. Crumpled papers full of lyrics he deemed imperfect overfilled the trashcan next to the desk.
Green tore his headphones off and laid his head in his arms, letting out a frustrated groan. He assumed his lack of creativity was just another bout of writer's block. Cursors, that was a bitch to deal with.
The others hadn't been as rough with him since the concert. They were probably scared of another outburst. He had snapped at them after the entire thing for just watching as the Silverfish beat him.
That hurt too; the way they treated him like some fragile piece of chinaware. He couldn't quite put a finger on why that specifically hurt, though. He should be glad that the constant injuries have stopped, and yet it had become so normal he almost missed it.
No. He should perish the thought. The pain wasn't something to miss. But... the way Second doted on him after always seemed to make it worth it. Green always felt butterflies in his stomach at the affection.
He absentmindedly picked at the chipped polish on his nails. He really needed to repaint them.
The soft feeling quickly turned sour as his thoughts turned back towards his failure of a concert. The others had known how much it meant to him, yet they still did nothing.
That realization—that thought—it planted a small, itty bitty seed of resentment in his heart. A seed that warred with his loyalty.
Second was worried about Green. He'd been snappy since the concert a few weeks ago. They will admit, it was warranted. Green had every right to be angry over that and more, but it was hard to apologize to someone when they avoided you every chance they got.
They asked Blue for help in making Green's favorite food to bring to him. The most logical course of action was assuming Green's brother knew his favorite food.
They took the food upstairs to the musician's room once it was made, knocking on Green's door when they arrived.
"G? I brought you some food..."
They shifted their weight from foot to foot before Green finally opened the door and took the food with a muttered thanks.
Well, a win was a win, wasn't it?
Green picked at the food before abandoning it all together. He wasn't particularly hungry.
There had been a thought in the back of his head for the past few hours. A nagging thought that, admittedly, scared him a bit.
What if he just... left the house? Not forever. Just for a little bit. But what if?
A break away from everything would help him clear his head and calm down.
The others would be concerned, though. He could just lie and say he was going on a solo adventure. It wouldn't be the most unusual, especially if he assured them that he'd call them if he needed help.
He felt bad, taking advantage of his friends' trust like this, but he just needed space and didn't want them feeling like it was their fault.
Green sighed and got ready for bed. He'd sleep on it before making an absolute decision.