[whether it has anything to do with the drugs or not, he feels like he has permission to essentially ignore the person attached to this arm for right now. he presses lightly into finger and wrist bones, smooths over scars, turns the hand over and curls the fingers so he can look at all of those beautiful nails together at once.
and he is finally beginning to relax. sights and thoughts and details freely filter in one side of his mind and out the other, and he's content to just let that happen for a minute. at least trying to not stop and get hung up on on every tiny difference. and he manages a good minute or two of quiet observation before he thinks of anything important enough to say out loud.]
...So, nothing truly looks different. I think. I just care about it more... or care about dismissing it less.
[it's technically a statement, but he looks over at his companion for verification. it's a science moment. he's learning.]
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and he is finally beginning to relax. sights and thoughts and details freely filter in one side of his mind and out the other, and he's content to just let that happen for a minute. at least trying to not stop and get hung up on on every tiny difference. and he manages a good minute or two of quiet observation before he thinks of anything important enough to say out loud.]
...So, nothing truly looks different. I think. I just care about it more... or care about dismissing it less.
[it's technically a statement, but he looks over at his companion for verification. it's a science moment. he's learning.]