He's tired, beyond tired, really, stumbling, barely keeping his feet. But.

But he hasn't messed up today, hasn't gained any unwanted attention. Which means he can collapse in the small room that is 'his'. Barely more than a cupboard with a blanket, but at least it has a door. He's stumbled in, and closed the door behind him before he realises that this is not the room. This is-

He looks around the room wildly, with no idea how to actually...process this.