'Just… what do I even start with?'
Blake dragged a hand through his hair, fingers catching briefly before he scratched the back of his head, eyes roaming slowly across the room again.
The first impression hadn't been misleading, if anything, the longer he looked, the more overwhelming it became.
There was just too much.
Stacks of books piled unevenly, some leaning dangerously as if one wrong movement would send them collapsing.
Papers layered over papers, some neatly clipped, others half-crumpled like they'd been abandoned mid-thought.
Posters covered most of the walls, overlapping in places... schematics, diagrams, abstract designs of machinery that looked like they belonged in a research facility rather than a teenager's bedroom.
'Their interests are quite scary.'
And then there were the objects themselves.
Loose wires, circuit boards., tools. Small mechanical parts scattered like breadcrumbs of unfinished ideas.
Blake exhaled quietly.
