[ He's totally not looking at her. He's looking in her direction, but he's not looking at her anymore. He's almost not looking at anything, but if one were to pick what he was looking at, it would be precisely what she knows he's looking at: memories. He's not flipping out, not remotely. In fact, he seems to sort of be checking out, not as in going unconscious but just retreating because dear god no this can't be happening again and intellectually he knows that it's not but nearly everything physical is telling him shit yes it is and that's just not a contradiction he can handle right now. His hands are sort of stuck in place where they drifted back down a little, hovering, and he looks worried, but a little less so than a few seconds ago.
Which really isn't fair, because this is to fix what's wrong with his brain, and if his brain just sort of decides it doesn't want to be present for this, then what's the point of it? This is a thought he'll have later; right now he's not thinking a whole lot - just fractures and fragments from memories. ]
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Which really isn't fair, because this is to fix what's wrong with his brain, and if his brain just sort of decides it doesn't want to be present for this, then what's the point of it? This is a thought he'll have later; right now he's not thinking a whole lot - just fractures and fragments from memories. ]