when u get a cute button up shirt and u think it’s going to fit and it does but. but then. u see it. The Thing
With the sedative re-administered, Bram closes the door to their bedroom with a soft click and leans back against the wood for just a few moments of rest. He looks haggard and completely exhausted; he hasn’t slept since before the mission, and it shows. One hand drags roughly down his face and he rubs at the dark, puffy circles under his eyes with a tired groan.
There isn’t room for him to sleep right now. Not with so many problems pulling him in several directions at once. Nalfein is around, yes, but Bram cannot bring himself to trust the other Kaldorei with everything while he rests. Call it age-old paranoia, but the rogue is, at least, making strides to amend whatever was broken. But it isn’t enough. Not yet. And Frank, well, the poor boy would be in over his head.