[ John opens his mouth to say something terrible, something that will make Harold just go away, but he can't come up with the words. Harold is say something important, something he needs to listen to and focus on, but when he tries there's just... nothing. He hurts, his head hurts, he's dead—
He closes his mouth and grips Harold's hand back finally, a bit harder than he means to in his desperation. He's aware that Harold asked him a question, but whatever it was is lost on him. ]
I think I need to go lay down.
[ It's honest in a way that grinds, this admittance that something is wrong with him. ]
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He closes his mouth and grips Harold's hand back finally, a bit harder than he means to in his desperation. He's aware that Harold asked him a question, but whatever it was is lost on him. ]
I think I need to go lay down.
[ It's honest in a way that grinds, this admittance that something is wrong with him. ]