[Tim's brow creases momentarily. Are you awake. A shiver races down his arms, hairs prickling as they stand on end.
There can't be correlation there. He tamps the thought down viciously, dismisses it as the simple recitation of a phrase anyone would use. Anyone with the kind of issues Tim has. His lip almost curls in a self-deprecating sneer, but he fights it down.
He shrugs, his tone wry.]
If you're hallucinating, so am I. Patch of painted roses, flowers all around - nice, sunny day?
[He shrugs. See if the visuals match. It's a valid comment, isn't it? Or is that not how normal people act?
He doesn't know anymore. He doesn't make a habit of mingling with people who aren't freaks like him.]
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There can't be correlation there. He tamps the thought down viciously, dismisses it as the simple recitation of a phrase anyone would use. Anyone with the kind of issues Tim has. His lip almost curls in a self-deprecating sneer, but he fights it down.
He shrugs, his tone wry.]
If you're hallucinating, so am I. Patch of painted roses, flowers all around - nice, sunny day?
[He shrugs. See if the visuals match. It's a valid comment, isn't it? Or is that not how normal people act?
He doesn't know anymore. He doesn't make a habit of mingling with people who aren't freaks like him.]