( He slumps down onto the bed with a sigh of relief, ducking his head to spare it from connecting with the bunk above. He plants his hands down firmly on either side of his lap, fingers tense against the blankets. )
I'm not a fan of crowds. ( It's not the most accurate summation of his problem, but it's the one he's most comfortable giving. The claustrophobia gnaws at him - this room, too, feels impossibly small. )
Not that it seems I have any choice in the matter.
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I'm not a fan of crowds. ( It's not the most accurate summation of his problem, but it's the one he's most comfortable giving. The claustrophobia gnaws at him - this room, too, feels impossibly small. )
Not that it seems I have any choice in the matter.