Cian copied Layland, sitting heavily on the ground. He hadn't mastered every trick under the sun, but it cost a good deal of energy to manipulate such a large area, and it was energy he just didn't have. "I can't hit you. I'm not that strong. And your note... No. I'm pretty sure you just did it to make yourself feel better. An apology on a piece of paper then you avoid the person for the rest of your life. Or the rest of the year." He shrugged, shoulders sagging. "Doesn't matter." He breathed out, feeling the words begin to escape him. "Ah... was just a joke... to me. Taunting. Li... like..." He went quiet, weaving to the left and falling over. It didn't take but a moment to fall asleep, even on the warm asphalt in the middle of a parking lot.

It felt for an instant like he wouldn't dream of Layland. Only the darkness was there. But he appeared after a time, threading through shadow and light in a surreal dance.