[Clayton springs to his feet; the only thing keeping him from sprinting across the room is his own backpack sat in front of him and all the feet and legs around it, but he sure gets to the other side in a hurry. How long has this been happening? That's what he gets for trying to distract himself from the claustrophobia with other people, he thinks. You start to miss things.]
I'm up, I'm up!
[He stops short, though, crouching down on the floor with enough room for Brian to move around. It seems like a bad idea to try and pin him into a corner--not unless they absolutely have to. He'll wait, see how Brian reacts to his advances.]
Brian? C'mon, look here a bit, deep breaths... [Clayton passes a wide, curious glance at House. Fill him in, please?]
no subject
[Clayton springs to his feet; the only thing keeping him from sprinting across the room is his own backpack sat in front of him and all the feet and legs around it, but he sure gets to the other side in a hurry. How long has this been happening? That's what he gets for trying to distract himself from the claustrophobia with other people, he thinks. You start to miss things.]
I'm up, I'm up!
[He stops short, though, crouching down on the floor with enough room for Brian to move around. It seems like a bad idea to try and pin him into a corner--not unless they absolutely have to. He'll wait, see how Brian reacts to his advances.]
Brian? C'mon, look here a bit, deep breaths... [Clayton passes a wide, curious glance at House. Fill him in, please?]