Firestone Hot Springs vegetable man, where are you?

everything just felt so wrong and now that the shaking had ceased, the painful thud of his heartbeat having grown fainter to the point that he momentarily feared it had given up on him completely- reif just felt...hollow and..and wrong. his eyes are still squeezed viciously shut, paws pressing desperately against the solid surface and oh how he wishes one of his mothers or siblings were here to embrace him, squeeze him tight until he no longer felt like his body was tearing at the seams but sealed and secure again. yet he was alone...he'd chosen to leave and now he truly was alone. panic bubbles hysterically in his chest once more and he presses his forehead to the earth with a wince; what was WRONG with him?

because, something was. he knew that; he wasn't an idiot. on the contrary he thought himself to be something of a genius and yet something was, clearly broken- and he didn't want to be! he just... he wanted to be normal. he didn't want to need to hug the earth because no one else was there to hold him tight when everything felt like it was falling apart.

but he was alone now. no one was going to help him and so he'd have to help himself. eyes crack open, blinking blearily as he glares up at the dark boy. shame prickles down his spine in an embarrassed flush and his jaw grits as willowy limbs gather beneath him to push shakily to a sit. gazing hard at the ground, reif just nods at what the little raven boy says- silently grateful for the direct delivery. 'sorry'....he really didn't get why wolves felt the excessive need to apologise all the time when they had nothing to do with the outcome they seemed so guilty about. scrunching his nose slightly; reif simply mumbles "you know it doesn't make sense to apologise when you didn't do anything wrong" 

nothing else, no comment on the meltdown he'd had to endure in front of who could pretty much be a stranger and now must think of him as some freak, no comment on elysium being...nothing. no, just that saying sorry for something you didn't do made no sense. ears remain slicked in defeat as eyes now follow the anxious trailing of his paw through the damp grass; no longer even seeming aware of how disgusted he'd found the excess moisture only moments before. he just feels so...exposed, vulnerable. why now?

eyes flutter to skim across pressing emeralds briefly at the question; focusing as hard as he could on it in an attempt to ignore pretty much everything else. "i...nowhere i guess, i'm..alone" mumbled with monotone defeat whilst slender shoulders lift in a listless shrug. moments trickle by as he worries at his lip before pushing on tentative but gruff, as if fearing that upon discovering his idiosyncrasy he'd be spurned by the first company he'd found he wanted to keep, "what..about you?"