Ceiling
Laying down in bed had always helped Scott focus.
Staring at the ceiling and seeing all the little imperfections gave him perspective on his life, but right now it didn’t really help.
The wooden ceilings of the Xavier Estate were different from the popcorn ceilings at home, things flowed together instead of standing out.
Although that might be closer to the way things are now.
Back in regular highschool, his only issues were bullies and grades. These things barely intersected which made it easy for him to look at them as individual problems rather than parts of one big problem.
Things are far more complex now, issues intertwine with each other and make them harder to deal with.
He didn’t like to think about it, but there wasn’t very much else to think about right now.
Weekends were hard because there wasn’t much to distract himself with, other days he had classes and the occasional training but today, like many days, he was alone with his thoughts.
It wouldn’t be hard to find someone to talk with for a while, Ororo, Kurt, and the other kids his age would almost definitely be willing to kill some time with him, but he really didn’t feel like getting up.
No matter how bad it made him feel his brain and his body kept him glued to the bed, staring at the ceiling.