ooc: At this point he's pretty sure he sleepwalked onto the hot floor and this is the last convulsions of his dying brain so you how everything's fine here with these two. as usual.
[ Nothing makes sense. He struggles to keep his breathing even, to keep from panicking. She offers a glimmer of hope, of stability, even when he's not sure his thoughts even belong to him. ]
Are you real? Am I?
[ His hand slides down to hold her hand, partly because that seems to be helping her but also to help himself. He feels like he's in free fall, spinning in 0G. But looking at her feels like a stable place to land. ]
What's the last thing you remember before arriving here?
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[ Nothing makes sense. He struggles to keep his breathing even, to keep from panicking. She offers a glimmer of hope, of stability, even when he's not sure his thoughts even belong to him. ]
Are you real? Am I?
[ His hand slides down to hold her hand, partly because that seems to be helping her but also to help himself. He feels like he's in free fall, spinning in 0G. But looking at her feels like a stable place to land. ]
What's the last thing you remember before arriving here?