Jake left without looking back, but the haste didn't match the posture he was trying to maintain. His step was too firm, too heavy, like someone trying to compensate for something already lost inside the room. As soon as the door closed behind him, control began to slip away in the details. His breathing became irregular, his jaw clenched tightly, and his hand ran through his hair abruptly, as if that would resolve the discomfort still clinging to his skin.
He continued walking down the hallway with long strides, ignoring any presence around him. He didn't greet anyone, didn't deviate, didn't slow down. Whoever was in his way simply left. Not because he demanded it, but because it was clear that it wasn't a good time to cross paths with him.
"Crazy…" he murmured, low at first, almost like a leaking thought. "Completely crazy…"
His tone rose slightly as he continued walking, irritation growing unfiltered. He let out a short, humorless laugh, laden with disdain.
