At some point he removed the headphones over his ears allowing his ears to breathe a bit and taking a small break to stretch his legs. He kept around his station as to keep an eye on his own stuff, given how quite most people where and his hearing being better than most due to his blindness, he did just hear basically Sam and one of his bosses agree to a date more or less. How tonight had gone thus far and the fact that Sam literally planned out an entire station to have Dreki be able to read nearly anything he wanted, had kind of have him hope that maybe if he took things on the slower side, and hurried up and escaped the clutches of the facility, that he may have had a chance at getting Sam back, even maybe before his escape if things where progressing well enough on both end. After all they didn't seem to totally hate eachother. However hearing "dinner at ---, movie after?" and the "yeah" from the vague buts of conversation that he had until then mostly tuned out, had hurt, and thus destroyed this notion of him ever having had a chance of Sam again.
He sat back down at his station, rested his left elbow on the desk and his forehead in the palm of his left hand. His right hand gripped his stomach as those sharp pains returned, ever stronger than before. He never had them before his last doctor visit and they seemed to happen while stressed, upset, or even sometimes after eating that he's noticed. Coming here tonight was a mistake. Hell, having come to this library at all may have been a mistake on his end. There was a lot of good, but also a lot of bad. He debated whether or not he should bring this up to Hofflan the next time they interacted. Hofflan was technically his doctor, but also, technically was doing illegal medical things to him as well, and wondered if what happened last time was the cause of this new symptom.
"I'm a god damned idiot" he deeply exhaled, muttering to himself. While he was mostly facing downward, his face even brought to light that he looked to be in some sort of pain. He internally was debating calling off from his highschool job in the morning the pain was that intense for him. He closed his eyes, trying to relax and calm down before he would leave. He wasn't sure what to focus on to try and relax. The books he had were of no help in that way, as they described to him I'm ways he could possibly fuck up his necklace, Sam was over him for good from what he had just gathered, and even his personal life didn't really lead much in the way of things to think of to calm him down because usually it kept him too busy to think. This was one of down moments and quite a bad one at that. He opted for clearing his mind, and repeating Japanese wordplay puns in his mind. They were basic and silly enough that he hoped it would work.
On the outside Dreki did look as if he was either heavily constraining on something or in some form of pain, or a mixture of the two. He wasn't hiding such things this time as his stomach hurt a bit too much for him to hide that it did or that he was trying to think of something to escape the pain for now. He felt a tad bit warmer than he should, but he hadn't noticed. There were a lot of things going on with his body he hadn't noticed as of late, only the stomach symptom had made itself known to Dreki. Everything else either skirted around his ability to notice due to his blindness, or was something as simple but required a different set of skills or tastes that Dreki did not have, such as a noticble taste difference in his blood to those whom had drank it before.
