Having spent more than enough time in bed of late, now that he's allowed to sleep in his own room and now that he has a pair of crutches, Break has been wandering around the mansion as best he can, trying to reclaim his own mobility. By rights, he really shouldn't be out at the moment -- Liam is elsewhere -- but one of the Hatters is shadowing him, he knows, and he's having one of those moments when he wants to manage things all by himself.

And in his defense, he's being sensible about it, stopping whenever he feels even slightly like he needs to. Such as now. He's resting in one of the sitting rooms, his injured leg propped up on a coffee table. It's pajama pants and socks with grippy bits on the bottom, today, and around his knee, there's a strange black brace -- something Liam had helped Canterbury to put together, to keep it from moving too much as Break shifts.

It makes him terribly nervous to be out and about alone, truth be told. But at least he's doing it. He has some notion that if he hides himself away in his room, it will only hurt Shelly worse...

[Private to bittynightrage and his puppy. Takes place after this thread. <3]