Sure, but a mistake and the delusional ramblings of a psychopath are two very different things... [He clears his throat, fiddling anxiously with the hem of the clean t-shirt Lewicki was thoughtful enough to pack, eyes lowered to the bed. He looks as haphazard and as completely exhausted as he did when they first brought him in, still lost inside his own head.]
[He nods, hunched in on himself, his arm curled protectively around his stomach as he drums an unsteady rhythm against his side. The potent anti-psychotic they're giving him does nothing to help his twitchiness, just exacerbates it until he's itching to crawl out of his own skin. Side-effects. Gotta love 'em, right?]
[By way of explanation, gesturing vaguely to the book~] I need to work on my puzzles. Familiarity and routine helps to, uh, to keep me in the right frame of mind.
You can go now. [He says it to the bedsheets, a dark flush of shame creeping up his neck. He doesn't want her to have to experience anymore of his craziness than she has to.] You don't need to be here for this.
I apologize for the rough voice. Still working with getting it.
[She doesn't have to experience it true, but she wanted to. She wants to be there for him. Wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in this. Instead she sat on a chair nearby watching him.]
Oh, God, me too! But you're doing great so far! Love it :D
Well, why the hell not? [He's agitated and scared out of his mind - literally - so she'll have to forgive him his abrupt, impatient outburst. Daniel can only tiptoe around the issue so long, can only stand to have her looking at him like that, like he's some nutjob who could blow up and spill molten crazy on her at any moment, for so long before he gets truly sick of it.]
Listen, I - I'm - ['Fine'. That's what he was about to say. Except he's definitely not.] - safe here. Alright? There're doctors and orderlies and nurses watching me around the clock, I don't need you here to - to pull me out of another delusion. That's what the meds are for.
no subject
<333! The internets, it's yours! /shove at
Did Lewicki give you the book I asked for?
/takes!
Right here Daniel.
no subject
[By way of explanation, gesturing vaguely to the book~] I need to work on my puzzles. Familiarity and routine helps to, uh, to keep me in the right frame of mind.
You can go now. [He says it to the bedsheets, a dark flush of shame creeping up his neck. He doesn't want her to have to experience anymore of his craziness than she has to.] You don't need to be here for this.
I apologize for the rough voice. Still working with getting it.
[She doesn't have to experience it true, but she wanted to. She wants to be there for him. Wanted him to know that he wasn't alone in this. Instead she sat on a chair nearby watching him.]
Oh, God, me too! But you're doing great so far! Love it :D
Listen, I - I'm - ['Fine'. That's what he was about to say. Except he's definitely not.] - safe here. Alright? There're doctors and orderlies and nurses watching me around the clock, I don't need you here to - to pull me out of another delusion. That's what the meds are for.
Oh good. XD I am so in love with this show.
[She didn't know how else to express she just wanted to be there for him. In the end however if he wanted her gone she'd comply and give him that.]