Fandom Island and Town

It had been a week since he'd gotten home, and Sparkle had barely even managed to function since then. Atton had taken off somewhere again, presumably to give him space. Maybe to have some for himself. Hell if he knew. Hell if he knew much of anything, except that gravity was weird here now and apparently something Fandom-fucked-up had happened over the weekend, which meant that maybe he didn't have to feel horrible and apologize to Dr. Lecter for missing another attempt at his wedding just because he had opted to stay home rather than remind himself of the other horrifying bloodbath he'd witnessed this year.

It was also time for him to go get more groceries, but he didn't feel like doing that yet. He could order delivery for a while, whatever. First he needed to work on going the hell outside. So, that was the goal for the day. Go outside. Get some actual sunshine.

Loiter outside the front door of the apartment building and smoke. That was plenty of outside for the time being, and he could pretend that the gravity wasn't doing weird shit - which freaked him out almost as much as the sky full of stars had last week - and remind himself that he was here, and...

Fuck it, he was not coping, today. Maybe once he got the nerve he'd head to Baltimore or something and get himself some pot.

[OOC: Open! Sparkle will probably not be a ray of sunshine, but he will share his smokes.]