(yes yes yes yes yes, them)
Cedar waited and waited, they still weren't there. He decided to just go back to his room. He opened the door and Otto was there, looking at him holding the liquid. "Otto? where did you get that?" He asked genuinely.
There was nothing to do but think... Cedar zoned out. Did his friends know he was ok? probubally not. Did they ever look for him?... He kept standing there, fidgeting with his hands. They were all scratched up and the skin around his fingers were all peeled off from picking at it.
Cedar still stood there, bored. He started fidgeting with his fingers, trying not to think too much. He was nervous and his thoughts were nervous. He didn't want his thoughts to take over.