Xander plopped down, arms falling behind the couch, [color=f7941d]"I was born ready you wild and crazy kids."[/color] This was the life I tell ya. Locked behind prison bars at all times, now sitting next to the few people in this asylum that kept him sane. Xander truly felt comfortable for the first time in a while. His brain was just focused on the movie, nothing could shake him right now. To get lost in a story was the way to go now a days.

He thought about the random songs he would sing to help him remember the good times. Sitting at the mess hall while deployed for one. Sometimes days would be so bland that the only thing you could talk about was the other person's meal. That was enough though. Just to keep it as fresh as you could. Learning random instruments with friends, sounding awful, but having a "jam" session of sorts. The little things is what made the person, as it were.

Not just that though, but the company you kept. What Xander brought to the table, or what he had hoped, was relief of sorts from the mundane. Relief from your mind at times. All he cared about was the insanity that was building up within most of us. Hell maybe even some of the staff started to get bitten by the fever. He tossed a couple of sweat treats in his mouth as he would gaze back at the door every now and again. He would be damned if someone would come in and ruin this much needed relaxation time for the group. He would be good and damned if someone did that.