[ The moment he had entered the house, the world had become a blur of hurried habit. Furniture's stacked and shoved and slammed in front of doors and windows faster and faster until there's nothing else he needs to cover. Until all that's left to hear is the sound of his own heavy breaths. Breaths that quicken, heart pounding on overdrive as he finds himself empty of work but not of emotion. Far from emotions and they hit their peak and hit it fast.
With an unintelligible cry, he kicks the nearest thing to him. The chair scuttles and screeches slightly against the floor but fails to tip over and he glares at it before he goes after it again. He snatches it and this time there's no mistaking the way he wails it against the threshold leading into the dining room. There's a solid crack as one of the legs give before it clatters to the floor.
But it's not enough. It'll never be enough. He's gone. He's dead. Like Tadashi. Like Cloud. Like Hiro, Jim's-
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With an unintelligible cry, he kicks the nearest thing to him. The chair scuttles and screeches slightly against the floor but fails to tip over and he glares at it before he goes after it again. He snatches it and this time there's no mistaking the way he wails it against the threshold leading into the dining room. There's a solid crack as one of the legs give before it clatters to the floor.
But it's not enough. It'll never be enough. He's gone. He's dead. Like Tadashi. Like Cloud. Like Hiro, Jim's-
He beelines for the table next. ]