fe_male: you are my drinking enemy. (no: you are not my drinking buddy)
Mʀ. Wʀᴏɴԍ ([personal profile] fe_male) wrote 2013-05-04 10:56 pm (UTC)

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[ He's categorically not used to it yet, at least not in this fashion. Anxiety as a whole, of course, sure. It's impossible to be as smart as he is, as aware as he is, have gone through what he has, without some measure of anxiety in general. He's similarly not fond of this whole 'unsure' business. He's ill-suited for it, in his own personal opinion, and he'd like for it to stop soon.

Technically, he was asking if anything in the workplace was broken, and then if he was personally bleeding - sort of in that order but he fucked up the antecedents and shit. He accepts the answer anyway; if anything in the room is broken, it'll just serve as a project to work on later. And he'll probably need one. ]


No, the reactor - reactor's fine. [ He can tell that part. The heart, mostly. The brain, not so much, but he can tell when the reactor isn't working right. Look at those priorities, that learning curve. He's more familiar with the technology he's put in his body than the body he's had for forty-plus years.

He's a little more lucid right now than he was before, at least. So there's that. Actually he's kind of surprised he's in a chair, apparently. He was pretty sure he was sitting on the floor. ]
Where'd you go? [ And that's not accusing at all, like it could sound without the intonation he gives it. Nothing but pure curiosity, taking his mind off of things in the moment, while his body catches up with the process. ]

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