//OOC: (Eventually) Continued from Medbay//
He was still bit stunned that Marrow told him to leave, and perhaps more stunned that he'd actually obeyed and not fought to stay. But honestly, he knew she needed time alone and so did he, if he had been honest with himself. But right now he felt empty and braindead and unable to cope. He needed to do...something, but the only thing he knew he needed wouldn't help - he couldn't get lost in the woods, not just yet. He couldn't lose himself to his feral side, in case Marrow needed him and he couldn't figure out if he was hungry, tired, both, or neither. He just felt...empty. A subtle, depressive fog settled on him and he ended up wandering into the Gallery and laying across a couch. He stretched back and frowned when he felt something sticky on the side table--ice cream?-- but it wasn't a big deal. He tentatively licked the residue from his fingers with his rough tongue, then sighed and slid back into the couch. He swung his feet over the arm rest and gently thumped them against the side of the couch, and tried not going over how he'd acted during the afternoon's fight.
Shit...This had been one hell of a fucked up day, yup. Not one he'd want to relive, not by a long shot.
"Ignore it, and take a nap," he commanded himself, and he forced his eyes shut hoping for a quick nap, without dreams.