[ you need the quiet because you have a hangover, that's it, isn't it Jaguar? normally she'd be judging you so hard right now Jag but you've been through some stuff
she kneels down to get on his level ]
. . . You don't really want to be down here, though, do you?
[He looks.....fucked up. Like he hasn't slept in days and is only just barely hanging on to his composure. Not panicking so much as exhausted and.....guilty?]
Rook. [A nod.] Could I talk to you?
[He doesn't enter the dorm, instead dropping his gaze to his shoes.]
And alarming feels like an understatement. His face instantly falls, worry quickly becoming apparent on his own expression.]
Jaguar...?
[Something happened. A game he missed or a memory or just, something. He nods quickly when he regains himself from the surprise of his demeanor.] Yeah, yeah, of course. [And getting what he means by that, Rook steps outside, shutting the dorm's door behind him.]
[He hasn't been around much, but that's not unusual. Always working on something with Lilith, passing the time with her research and projects.
A gesture for Rook to follow, then Jaguar is walking off and....away. Just, away. No real destination in mind other than away from the cottage and those of the oter teams.]
[A simple, honest response, because how sudden anything is never seems to be an issue where Rook is concerned.
He follows Jaguar silently, curious where he's going-- if he has a destination in mind at all. He's noticed his lack of presence too. Moreso lately, what with losing so many people, worrying when it's been a few days since he last saw someone.]