For the longest time, he couldn't get into the right headspace.
He tried swaying his head side-to-side as he tapped rhythmically on the side of the bathtub.
Ironically, the rhythmic tapping was probably the most structured thing in his life at the moment.
The pattern it made, first the pinky finger, then the ring finger, to then finally the middle and index finger at the same time.
And he repeated this, over and over with more head sways and a slight hum.
He stopped to look up at the ceiling before submerging deeper into the bathtub water.
He still couldn't get into the right headspace, but at this point, he could care less.
If only the water was much higher, but if it rose anymore, the whole bathroom would flood and it would be one of those comedic "old cartoons" all over again.
Not that such a thing has actually happened before, but no one like Astro would want to play a game of chance.
Still not in the right headspace, but he did manage to pull himself up again from being in the water for so long.
He felt disgusting, not only because he's been in the same bathroom for probably an hour and by now probably isn't swimming in anything clean, but over the fact that even amidst the shambles of his life he still couldn't find the silver lining.
He thought by now his stone cold attitude he had developed over time would kick in and he'd just lay back as everything went to shit without a care in the world. But now, if anything, he felt so much.
He felt upset, but also angry, but also confused- it was a lot to take in, he admits, but even so… how could he not pull himself together?
He had yet to know, and by now the thought of moping around half-naked in the bathtub to avoid the problems within was starting to become a bore.
He got up and left moments later after draining the water out and drying himself off, heading out of the bathroom and to his room.