Darren's in cloud nine or maybe, ten or eleven.
He came downstairs to have a good breakfast and peaceful day. To repeat what he had been repeating over the last weeks. Eat, watch or read, sleep and repeat over and over again. Yes boring but rest assured no problems at hand.
That's what he wants especially when yesterday was so stressful and eventful. Hugo's words and offer bothered him last night so who didn't get a good nice sleep? Him.
Who was staring straight in the ceiling, counting patterns, recalling equations that have definitely made him bawl his eyes out and comparing that to the problem he has to solve now? It's him.
Who had a trip to the en suite and had thoughts of drowning his skills to think and maybe just be a thoughtless human with no intention of learning? It's Darren.
