[that's one way to solve them, so...you do you, Harley. or just keep doing his back because that's relaxing him a bit, to where he can stop worrying about the hands and lets them drop in to his lap as he lets out a heavy sigh.
thank god he doesn't have to let anyone see him like this. Harley- well, she's already seen him at his worst, and- she was there, maybe, during some of it? how and why-
no. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. focus. stop letting the thoughts run, and...focus on the important, first, while she brings him another glass of water. which, mind, will be downed only a little more slowly.]
What day is it...?
[Sunday? Monday? it's dark outside, from what he can tell. morning, or night...?
more importantly; how long until he has to be functional?]
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thank god he doesn't have to let anyone see him like this. Harley- well, she's already seen him at his worst, and- she was there, maybe, during some of it? how and why-
no. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. focus. stop letting the thoughts run, and...focus on the important, first, while she brings him another glass of water. which, mind, will be downed only a little more slowly.]
What day is it...?
[Sunday? Monday? it's dark outside, from what he can tell. morning, or night...?
more importantly; how long until he has to be functional?]