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2. Wild Sweet Orange - Tilt

[flightforfreedom]

[Well, at least this one sounded like the mood he was in - dragged down and low and slow. He listens to it in sort of a haze as he washes out his mouth, spitting into the sink before wandering back to his room.

This was normally where he tried to figure out if he would be having nightmares that night. He couldn't always predict them, but sometimes he could. And when he could, he kept walking from his room to Finn's, and crawled in Finn's bed, and hoped that was enough to keep him from biting off his own tongue in his sleep. But he couldn't do that. Not tonight. Not with the music playing in his ear, and he wasn't sure if this song was about Odin, or if was about him.

He went into his room.

Him, probably.

Even if Odin didn't realise it.

He was pretty sure this song was about him.]