[ The last few weeks have been pleasant. No major incidents after the garbage heap, and they've settled enough now that staying over at Claude's place is comfortable—even with how busy things are, it's nice. Except that even here, even knowing that, there's a thread of restlessness that tangles up his thoughts, a growing sense of wrong that he's tried to shake for weeks and can't seem to shake.
It's like constantly feeling late for something. Having a dream about an exam that doesn't exist. Standing somewhere and forgetting where you're going, and where you came from. He's already zoning out a little when he Claude bumps into him, bringing him back into the moment and swaddling the covers a little closer to them both. ]
Are you not feeling well?
[ He doesn't seem feverish, but they've all been a little under the weather lately. ]
There's been a lot of people out sick at work lately...
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It's like constantly feeling late for something. Having a dream about an exam that doesn't exist. Standing somewhere and forgetting where you're going, and where you came from. He's already zoning out a little when he Claude bumps into him, bringing him back into the moment and swaddling the covers a little closer to them both. ]
Are you not feeling well?
[ He doesn't seem feverish, but they've all been a little under the weather lately. ]
There's been a lot of people out sick at work lately...