Rose's eyes went wide at Thomas' display, and she covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from making a surprised noise. What feelings she had of annoyance quickly vanished as she understood something was very much wrong here. Thomas was not a violent person, let alone prone to acting like this, so to see him so like this was worrisome. Unsettling! What should she--- what would be--- anxiety set in as she didn't know what to do.
What to do! She couldn't leave, he was obviously upset. But that was all he had been saying to her, to leave, so--- and the keys! And the wall! And he still wasn't--- she hadn't thought much of it, but the more he refused to look at her, the more he was beginning to scare her. Rose ran her hands up her face in through her hair in a moment of anxiety.
While her burning desire to know what had happened, what was going on was strong, that was miniscule compared to what was happening now. So--- Rose took a few steps back and away from Thomas (watching him carefully) to get a good look down the hall. Taking out her wand, she quietly summoned his keys. She left the painting where it lay (it was ugly anyway), and looked down at her hand for a moment before advancing toward him again.
What could she say to him? Rose felt lost for words. "I can't leave because you're scaring me," Rose admitted in a quiet tone. "Do you want some help?" she asked, hoping her question wouldn't set him off further. She just.... did not understand what was going on, here. "Thomas--- please."
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