[ Ratio doesn't hear it. All he can hear is rush of blood as his heart beats far too quickly for what is just speed walking, destination unknown. He needs to find a place to calm himself, but every place he can think of on base doesn't sound appealing.
He has no desire to return to his room, which feels small and suffocating, no matter how he's managed to decorate it to suit both his and Aventurine's tastes, but neither does he desire to be in a public space, to have the marks on his neck seen. To be seen by everyone in such an emotional state. Imperfect. All emotion and no logic.
But he can't help the mix of emotions that bubble in him, and he doesn't have his usual methods of coping. Just like the last time he'd had a meltdown. This time, this time.... this was nothing compared to what triggered the meltdown last time, and yet. And yet...!
His feet end up taking him to the far end of the greenhouse. In the quiet of nature, he's free to process his emotions on his own. ]
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He has no desire to return to his room, which feels small and suffocating, no matter how he's managed to decorate it to suit both his and Aventurine's tastes, but neither does he desire to be in a public space, to have the marks on his neck seen. To be seen by everyone in such an emotional state. Imperfect. All emotion and no logic.
But he can't help the mix of emotions that bubble in him, and he doesn't have his usual methods of coping. Just like the last time he'd had a meltdown. This time, this time.... this was nothing compared to what triggered the meltdown last time, and yet. And yet...!
His feet end up taking him to the far end of the greenhouse. In the quiet of nature, he's free to process his emotions on his own. ]