troubles

I have not slept in days.

The night terrors continue. I’ve heard Fidds trying to find the memory gun again, as if he can’t remember it’s been destroyed. That tends to happen when he is particularly stressed out.

I’m worried about him, and so is Stanley. He’s tried to cheer Fidds up in his usual ways (letting him help with his little art projects), but it just doesn’t seem to be working. At this point I’m gonna have two emotionally unavailable men for a bit.

It’s not often that I don’t know what to do, but I just can’t seem to make them feel better. I’m worried.