[Erik hasn't been particularly social of late, and with good reason: the Barge often has a way of making things worse before it gets better, and the last few weeks have certainly been an emphasis on worse. He's still angry, because letting go has never been a talent of his.
Still, he can't stay cooped up in his room for days on end, so on one of his strolls - shoulders straight, face schooled in a look that keeps most people away - he pauses when he comes upon a man trying to eat a pipe.
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Still, he can't stay cooped up in his room for days on end, so on one of his strolls - shoulders straight, face schooled in a look that keeps most people away - he pauses when he comes upon a man trying to eat a pipe.
He wishes that was stranger to him than it was.]
What the hell are you doing?