Adrien ran to the bathroom. His throat clenched as he remembered the events of the previous evening. Each moment reappeared in his mind in the shrill colors of reality unwanted. He choked on his tears and felt like throwing up. Now, he thought, he saw no other option: he would have to face Val. The thought of seeing him again made him shudder, but he had to - he'd have to stall and pretend that nothing happened, and then -- then, when night would fall, he'd run. He'd only have to make it through the day, and then it all would be over. He bent onto the sink and coughed, then spat into the drain. He swallowed; he could not stop himself from crying. The porcelain of the sink felt colder than ever under the clasp of his fingers.