"Jesus," he murmurs. Five years is the longest stay he's heard of yet, and it's too bloody long. He can't imagine; he doesn't want to imagine. His universe may be awful but it's still his.
Martin grunts as he struggles to bear his own weight; he's able to make it mostly on his own, but having her there to spot him is tremendously helpful, and he finds himself gripping onto her intermittently whenever his head gets wobbly. This whole situation feels very alarming indeed; he has no idea what could be wrong, he's never had this specific set of symptoms before, and if the only plausible idea is withdrawal...
He doesn't want to think about that, either. Eventually, he remembers she's asked him a question. "S-sorry," he says. His thoughts are as sluggish as the rest of him. "Only, erm... a little over two weeks? Actually it's... closer to three now, I suppose." He huffs out a sigh at that. "Already feels like it's been too long."
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Martin grunts as he struggles to bear his own weight; he's able to make it mostly on his own, but having her there to spot him is tremendously helpful, and he finds himself gripping onto her intermittently whenever his head gets wobbly. This whole situation feels very alarming indeed; he has no idea what could be wrong, he's never had this specific set of symptoms before, and if the only plausible idea is withdrawal...
He doesn't want to think about that, either. Eventually, he remembers she's asked him a question. "S-sorry," he says. His thoughts are as sluggish as the rest of him. "Only, erm... a little over two weeks? Actually it's... closer to three now, I suppose." He huffs out a sigh at that. "Already feels like it's been too long."