Sid'nis had bearable days, bad days, and really bad days. Today was just a bad day. Which was, indeed, bad, but no where near as horrible as his really bad days. The really days were the ones where Iolith generally informed V'an or Rath that they needed to watch over him so he didn't end up hurting himself or in some cases...other people. Today was a bad day for no particular reason, just a bunch of small ones that had merely kept growing until the point Sid had had to leave the weyr to take a breather from everything. He'd been in the infirmary helping Rath with a not so serious case, but he kept managing to either drop things or poke himself with the suture he was using to stitch a nasty gash. The last poke had been the last straw. Far more hot tempered these days, he's cursed and stormed off. Rath came after him and told him to go take a break. Sid listened to him as he was better at recognizing when he was about to have one of his really bad spells.
So he left the infirmary, went home, changed clothes, grabbed a blanket and other things, and then left the weyr entirely. Iolith found a nice sunny spot on a hilly area not too far from the weyr and landed. He was going to go fly around the area just to be sure it was safe and to just look around. Sid spread out the blanket and then took the book he'd brought and the bottle of whisky and settled onto the blanket. His plan was to get some sun, read, and drink for several hours. He kicked off his boots, socks, and his shirt. The sun was so warm it felt good on his skin.
He opened the book to where he'd left off and opened the bottle of whisky. Two long pulls was taken from it seemingly without any indication that the strong liquid bothered him anymore. The old Sid would have barely been able to get down one shot without making a horrible face, but then this new Sid was vastly different. In attitude, in practices, and most certainly in appearance. His appearance was the most noticeable difference. The change had not been all that gradual. One day, about two sevendays ago, after shaving he looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he couldn't stand his own appearance. Every time he saw himself he saw the person he use to be...happy, laid-back, cared for others, a good man. That person was a lie of who he was now so he did what he could to change his appearance. The tattoo on his hand, the constant reminder of his kidnapping, was now fully extended up his left arm. On his right side was a similar looking tattoo that ran from his rib cage and down to his hip, wrapping around it a little and dipped below the pant line. His hair, which had always been clean cut and well kept, was now longer and shaggier on top, but shaved very short on the sides. He'd even found someone that taught him a few tips and helped him to lighten it up from what it was.
Sid had honestly felt much better after it was all said and done. As an added benefit, he had not expected Rath to react the way he had. It was quite the pleasurable reaction and thinking about it always caused him to smirk a little, even with the fact his best friend V'an had previously confronted Rath. Yes, he recognized how unhealthy that not-a-relationship relationship was, but for now it seemed neither of them was willing to let go of it. He knew Rath had feelings for him, Rath knew he thought those sorts of feelings were a lie and a cause of heartache he didn't want any part of anymore, and still they continued to find pleasure with each other. Rath was by far not the only person he found pleasure in. But right now he wasn't thinking of that...his focus was only on his book and his whisky.