The ARC, London

A few more days had passed and the press weren't letting up on the stories and a few of them had started to run with the university investigating him for misconduct so he was staying away from anything to do with the news. Now that there didn't seem to be an a possible date for them to return to Fandom, Connor and Cutter had ended up moving to the break room - the office was starting to feel too small, like a jail cell and eventually they had stopped caring. They hadn't showered or changed since the day with the phone call from the university and while Cutter was at least making an effort to eat, it seemed Connor wasn't really even interested in that. They hadn't spoken much at all in the last few days, there didn't really seem to be much they could say that hadn't already been said ... everything was just terrible and until they could get back to Fandom, they were stuck both literally and figuratively. That day Cutter had woken up at lunchtime, which was something that had been happening more frequently these last few days and he'd helped himself to a bowl of cereal that was in the break room, he glanced over to where Connor was still sleeping and had been doing a lot more lately as well, and he wished there something he could do for Connor to help him but he didn't know what. ( everything had come to a stop )

[preplayed with the amazing anomaly_research_nerd. CW for mentions of trauma and grief and depression. NFB for distance but OOC welcome]}