Sensitive as a Train Wreck

[dadimrighthere]

The atmosphere in the Nexus is downright despondent lately. Winter is over, but people don't seem to be spending much time outside enjoying it. The crowds that normally flood the Plaza have thinned drastically and many people talk in hushed voices and look around as though someone might be watching them.

Ben would love it if he wasn't so weirded out by the change from the normal. This is the sort of tone appropriate for his bedroom or a funeral, not the weird ass place his father loves to wander around in whenever he's avoiding their mother. The young man stops and slips his phone (complete with death star case) into his pocket.

"Who force choked a goddamn cat in here?"

His hands are on his hips as he addresses the Nexus. Seriously, this place is making him seem cheerful and that cannot stand.