As the inky-haired man wandered the streets of Crocus while fidgeting with the plasticy hospital bracelet circling his wrist, taking in the pastel decorations of the Spring Festival in full swing with a distant smile. He wondered how he really felt about such a thing, but it was nice to be among so many happy and laughing people for a change. A lot had happened. Was it okay for him to feel this flood of... not happiness, more like appreciation. For quite a while now, no one had seen hide nor hair of him. He'd left the Silver Wolf guild hall one day and seemingly disappeared, something he was sure was for the best. Prior to that, his behavior had been odd. Well, odder than usual. He would disappear for short periods of time or lock himself in his room or aboard his ship, the Krystal Jr.. When he was present, he was his normal goofy self, at least on the outside. One collapse in the middle of the cafeteria, and then he was gone.
Lots of things were wrong with Theo and had been for some time.
Mentally he was stuck in a torturous loop he was powerless to end and had been since Rin's death. Grieving the loss of everyone and everything he knew in the past and frantically trying to prevent such a thing from happening a third time was exhausting. Keeping people at a distance now wasn't only for his own sake, but for theirs, as well. In his deep but hidden depression, he thought himself cursed. Everyone who got too close to him either disappeared or died. He didn't want that for Aspen. He didn't want that for Mythal and Serilda, the parents that hadn't even had him or his siblings yet. It terrified him. Paralyzed him. The distance at which he held these three most important people in his life grew wider and wider as he fell deeper and deeper into his dark pit from which there was no escape, not even in death, though he'd certainly contemplated it, if only because he feared that most of all.
Physically, he wasn't doing so well, either. The deathly injuries he still suffered from were kept at bay by demonic magic alone, but magic didn't really last forever. It was taxing being both a heart and a nervous system for a human, both things that needed to constantly work for the body to survive. What was involuntary for Theo was very much voluntary for Big D. Though not perfect, it had worked well enough for the last two years or so, but something had changed. Something had happened to Big D in the last year. It was as if the demon's powers were a fraction of what they once were, like he could no longer pull endless energy from the netherworld, which had some very, very bad implications for poor Theo. He'd nearly died a fourth time if you counted that time Big D took over his body for a bit as Ike.
But today was a good day! Theo didn't have very many of those, but it was hard to remain too gloomy when it was the first day in months he'd taken a breath outside without a backless gown, a wheelchair and/or tons of beeping monitors, and a nurse that couldn't stop giggling at his old infamous nickname 'Silverschlong'. Well, Mrs. Molly had seen said schlong many a time during his stay (sponge baths amirite), but she never grew tired of bringing it up, perhaps trying to get a giggle out of him. He hadn't gotten far from the guildhall when his medical crisis came to a head and landed him in St. Neville's Hospital off and on for his entire absence. At first, it hadn't looked like he'd survive his last visit, but for the last three months, things seemed to be turning around. Big D was picking up the slack again and he could be weaned off of all the machines and most medications. They kept him under observation while he worked to strengthen his body back to a functional but comparatively weakened state, and now that everything looked as good as it could be, they'd finally released him with a bag of pill bottles and his suitcase. Pending finding him a heart to transplant, he only had to return if Big D took a break again.
The hospital stay didn't do much for his outlook on life in general, but he couldn't say he wasn't glad to be out and antsy to do some things he liked! He was depressed and lonely, not dead! Theo was itching for a treasure hunt, but an egg hunt would have to do. As he entered the park, he was handed a basket and directed to an area with other adults looking to have a little light-hearted fun. Hopefully he hadn't lost his touch!