Mariana’s Trench - Good to You

It seemed that, for once, it was not the others who grew weary of his constant merriment. In the fight between his memories and desire to not bother his mates, his thoughts of the past were victorious, cutting off the very head of his good humour. Behind the closed door, he plugged in the Beats headphones he used to wear so enthusiastically, attempting to use his task of folding clothes as a more proper distraction than conversation with the others, failing miserably as he let himself fall onto the bed as his final surrender to despondency.