[It's not until he finally sits down that the walls begin to crumble. Burying his head in his hands, he just sort of slumps, the emotional strain of the day's events manifesting itself in a physical form at last now that he's out of the public eye.
He just looks tired, defeated. And, though he says nothing, the unspoken question is obvious: Why is this happening to me?]
[Action, January 11th]
He just looks tired, defeated. And, though he says nothing, the unspoken question is obvious: Why is this happening to me?]