[Not really listening. Covering his ears and staring at the ceiling, eyes clouding over momentarily. Fucker's still there, as always, but there's no more of that white noise or the roars with it.]
... Maybe it threw him off. [Rolls over to stare at, blinking away the glazed sheen so the two bright silver eyes were staring at him in curiosity.] Feeling any better?
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... Maybe it threw him off. [Rolls over to stare at, blinking away the glazed sheen so the two bright silver eyes were staring at him in curiosity.] Feeling any better?