( It'll definitely solve the spiders-specific hallucination, which is really his biggest issue. The normal hallucinations he can deal with, you get used to those, but nobody likes spiders. They're creepy.
His hands drop back down into his lap, and he absently links his fingers — then spends a second or two marveling at the novelty of how symmetrical it feels again. Cool. )
Um.
( Shit.
When is the last time he ate? His condition and the meds he's on kind of kill his appetite — and that's on top of a lifetime of going hungry already. Forgetting to eat happens more often than not.
He takes his best guess. )
I had a frozen burrito last night sometime? Why, does that matter?
( Pretty sure. Like, 70% confidence.
He'll circle back around to that time displacement thing eventually. )
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His hands drop back down into his lap, and he absently links his fingers — then spends a second or two marveling at the novelty of how symmetrical it feels again. Cool. )
Um.
( Shit.
When is the last time he ate? His condition and the meds he's on kind of kill his appetite — and that's on top of a lifetime of going hungry already. Forgetting to eat happens more often than not.
He takes his best guess. )
I had a frozen burrito last night sometime? Why, does that matter?
( Pretty sure. Like, 70% confidence.
He'll circle back around to that time displacement thing eventually. )