Not a lot. [Not anymore. Not now that he knows to moderate it as much as he can, but apparently...]
[Well, a lot of things slipped his mind these past few days. He thought he was someone else. Evidently, that was enough to fuck him up more than a little.]
[He squeezes his hands into fists, and out again. Breathe. Breathe. Just...talk it out. Be rational. You can do that. You'd better fucking do it, because you owe this to him in the wake of whatever that little freak pulled. Even if being tied up and left to lie here for god knows how long really, really just...sucks, there's no question in his mind at all that he deserves it.]
It's just - it's happened before. After the past few days I must've forgot -
[He almost reaches into his pocket to extricate the bottle of precious medication before remembering: right. Hands.]
no subject
[Well, a lot of things slipped his mind these past few days. He thought he was someone else. Evidently, that was enough to fuck him up more than a little.]
[He squeezes his hands into fists, and out again. Breathe. Breathe. Just...talk it out. Be rational. You can do that. You'd better fucking do it, because you owe this to him in the wake of whatever that little freak pulled. Even if being tied up and left to lie here for god knows how long really, really just...sucks, there's no question in his mind at all that he deserves it.]
It's just - it's happened before. After the past few days I must've forgot -
[He almost reaches into his pocket to extricate the bottle of precious medication before remembering: right. Hands.]
I take stuff for it. Usually.