Most of the time Achilles Glass doesn't know what he is doing but he hides it behind a charming smile. The same smile that's gonna get him out of his goddamn school and into his goddamn job. Life ain't sour but it surely ain't sweet either. He stays home most of the time because people bore him, abhor him and, finally, scare him. Achilles is not quite sure why this is but it is so he prefers the comfort of his bedroom, his desk, his comfortable bed, his comfortable chair, the music, books and comics inside his computer. He is sure the world has nothing coherent to offer him. The world just doesn't make sense. And Achilles is tired of nonsense. Tired of fucking people and their awful pretensions. He wants to sleep until the world is over. He wants to stay inside until outside disappears and there are no longer any puzzles to be solved but his own head, his own motherfucking mind.
The world outside could suck his dick with amazing porn-star-like talent, for all he cared, and he wouldn't get a tiny bit turned on.