A nice little garden, hidden from view (Attn. Anyone)

Ludwig let out a sigh as he sat on a small bench. This was his little garden area, surrounded by sweet-smelling red roses.

He had his notepad for things to write and note as well as he had a grip on his problems. Here, he had no depression problems or stuttering problems. Not even an OCD issue. Here, he was simply Ludwig. Not the poor fellow in room 202, not even the janitor. Just Ludwig. Because of that, he became relaxed and found himself almost falling asleep. But because of what happened before he snapped awake and stretched, writing in the pad a few little notes.

Francis sighed; it had been far too long since he'd been anywhere other than his room, the cafeteria and the washroom. He hadn't even been visiting the hobby room as much anymore... It just made him think of how horrible he was at everything. The blonde strolled through the garden, trying not to think too much (thought that seemed impossible for him.). Suddenly, he spotted another, much taller, broader blonde man sitting on a bench.

"Ah! Hello!" He called out, "I 'aven't seen you around 'ere before. Are you new 'ere?" Francis asked, trying to give a smile. Damn, damn, damn. I look a mess. I'm too ugly. I'll scare him off...

Ludwig was scribbling away about the man he had seen before a voice alerted him, causing him to drop his notepad with a flutter. Turning wide-eyed attention to the other male, he blushed. "P-please d-don't s-s-startle me." he responded softly. "A-and n-nein. I'm n-not n-new." he stammered. "I j-just k-keep to m-myself." he responded, struggling to smile and only managing a grimace. He abandoned his effort to a straight face. He then collected his notebook, holding it close. "I-I'd b-b-better g-go..." he mumbled, standing.