He buried himself under his blanket in his bedroom.
He ran through it.
He looked around for an escape route, but could find none.
He yanked his arm away from her and clutched it close to his body while shaking.
He hissed before yanking himself away from her.
He hugged her even though his whole body burned from the contact.
He couldn't take it anymore as he withdrew his hand and licked it as though it was burned.
He put a hand on her arm, though he winced from the contact.
"I think I can tell."
His fingers curled into fists.
He buried his face into the wood of the table.
He didn't respond.
She laughed mentally. "You honestly think he would accept your help even if he was sane?"
He didn't respond as his eyes had a glazed look.
He pressed the side of his head against the table with his hair covering most of his face.
She couldn't hear her as she set the mug in front of Sephiroth. He pressed it to his lips as he threw his head back.
He sobbed softly enough for the humans not to hear.
He phased through the floor and sat down in a chair. "I think I'll take up the offer of that free drink." "I thought I said no-" She cut herself off as she saw the hopeless look in his eyes before his head hit the table and got up to get him the strongest stuff she had.
"And you're the one who's chiding us to not make him angry."
Her hands clenched into fists. "Why did he do that?"
