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sleeping at night had become... difficult, to say the least. any sleep was broken and fragmented for ty, but even when he did sleep, all he saw was livvy -- livvy, his sister, his twin, and how she'd looked as she crumped to the floor after annabel stabbed her, livvy and how his name had been the last word she'd ever said. ty woke up in silent screams repeatedly every night, but this night had been too much, even for him -- he'd dreamed of being the one to stab livia, rather than annabel. he moved in a dissociative haze, pale hands trembling rapidly, and suddenly he was in front of kit's room at the institute. without knowing why, without feeling fully connected to his own body, ty lifted his hand and gently rapt his knuckles against the door.
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ty locked his gaze somewhere around kit's chin. his entire body was shaking, he realized vaguely. it felt like an out-of-body experience, like something he'd read in mundane medical textbooks for fun while livvy made fun of him, and oh god, livvy livvy livvy. ty drew in a cracked breath, opened his mouth -- and said nothing. speaking, apparently, was not accessible at the moment. he swallowed thickly, shaking his head. he could've gone to jules or dru, but instead, he had subconsciously chosen to be with kit. it had been like this most of the time recently. ty had felt separated from the rest of his family from the moment that livia had fallen, and kit was the only stable thing left in his life. without asking for permission, ty brushed past kit gently and stepped into his room, only to immediately curl up on the floor. he pulled his legs to his chest and rested his chin on his knees, eyes tightly closing.
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@SHERLOCKIISMS there was an uneasy feeling in kit. he didn’t really know how to react when somebody died. when his father died, it happened all too fast and suddenly, he was taken to people he didn’t even know. and it was the same with livvy’s death. they’d only known each other for a few days, but it was as if he was mourning an old friend. especially knowing how much it was affecting ty . . . it was just / too much /. he didn’t even have a chance to breathe. after all, none of them did. he couldn’t be too selfish. she wasn’t his family, but they were friends. somewhat. upon hearing the knock on the door, he doesn’t bother calling out, asking who it was. of course it was ty. he knew the sound of his knocks. (it’s not weird). he opens the door, his eyebrows furrowed as he meets the state ty is in. “do you need to talk?”