His eyes drop from your face at your words, and his lips press together in a tell that you're probably very familiar with by now. He does that whenever he's stopping himself from saying what's on his mind. ]
I'm fine, Josh. Really, I --
[ And then right on the wings of the building pain in his head, the nausea's rising up, knocking the breath right out of his lungs, shorting out what good and functional parts there are left in his brain. This fit is so bad, in fact, that he's not even aware of the pained noise that cut off the rest of his words, and the way he's right about ready to keel over.
(He's had a few over the past few days. You were just never around to see them, which is something that he's actually grateful for.) ]
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His eyes drop from your face at your words, and his lips press together in a tell that you're probably very familiar with by now. He does that whenever he's stopping himself from saying what's on his mind. ]
I'm fine, Josh. Really, I --
[ And then right on the wings of the building pain in his head, the nausea's rising up, knocking the breath right out of his lungs, shorting out what good and functional parts there are left in his brain. This fit is so bad, in fact, that he's not even aware of the pained noise that cut off the rest of his words, and the way he's right about ready to keel over.
(He's had a few over the past few days. You were just never around to see them, which is something that he's actually grateful for.) ]