Alone

Just when it seems he needs an ear, or a shoulder the most, he is reminded how alone he truly is. Or perhaps the recent reminder of how alone he has been opens his eyes to the fact that he has no ears, no shoulders anywhere about him. None that he would care to speak to, or lean on anyhow. And those that he could do with, previously for some reason, he can't anymore.
Listless anhedonia. Staring out the window chewing on barely palatable cheese and potato. Standing by the forest's edge at daybreak contemplating a pre-work aimless wander. Watching the waterfowl motoring along the water's edge.
And, dammit, the theme for Final Fantasy X running ceaselessly through his head. (thanks to Stoneforest)