nanowrimo twelve

With a lack of anything left to do, he ended up going back to his and Ainsley's room, feeding his fish a light afternoon meal and trying to actually do his homework. However, the small little jolts kept interrupting to the point that, by the time Ainsley considered it 'later', he returned to Rainer lying down on his bed, head ineffectually covered with a pillow.

“Are you trying to strangle yourself?”

“Not really,” came the faint, muffled reply. Ainsley gently pulled the pillow away. Rainer continued staring straight up at the ceiling. “There are too many things in my head.”