[Yeah, well, he wasn't redecorating his room to please her or the Home & Garden network.
And once she starts to move things, he inwardly flinches, because she can't do that. He had shoved them where there for a reason. Admittedly one that appeals to a very skewed sense of logic, but at least moving them to where he thought they should go, appealing to his apparent irrationality, removed a worry or two off his list. It's one less thing for his mind to dwell on, and as soon as she starts moving more of his things back into place he wants to put them back, because they're useless where they were before.
Useless. And they aren't serving a practical purpose like blocking the damn doors or creating an obstacle they'll have to get through. She's making things easier. And he doesn't want things to be easier. He can all ready see things going to hell without her making their eventual demise quicker.
She can't see what she's doing.
Of course she can't.
Everything's fine, and they should all be worrying about aesthetics instead, because whatever's coming is going to be pissed if his room doesn't look right. Might as well roll out the damn red carpet and pull out the welcome mat. He grimaces and shakes his head, breathing in and trying very, very hard not to stop moving his desk back where it should be. He shoves his shaking hangs into his pockets. Keeps them there.]
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And once she starts to move things, he inwardly flinches, because she can't do that. He had shoved them where there for a reason. Admittedly one that appeals to a very skewed sense of logic, but at least moving them to where he thought they should go, appealing to his apparent irrationality, removed a worry or two off his list. It's one less thing for his mind to dwell on, and as soon as she starts moving more of his things back into place he wants to put them back, because they're useless where they were before.
Useless. And they aren't serving a practical purpose like blocking the damn doors or creating an obstacle they'll have to get through. She's making things easier. And he doesn't want things to be easier. He can all ready see things going to hell without her making their eventual demise quicker.
She can't see what she's doing.
Of course she can't.
Everything's fine, and they should all be worrying about aesthetics instead, because whatever's coming is going to be pissed if his room doesn't look right. Might as well roll out the damn red carpet and pull out the welcome mat. He grimaces and shakes his head, breathing in and trying very, very hard not to stop moving his desk back where it should be. He shoves his shaking hangs into his pockets. Keeps them there.]
Leave everything where it is.