there are no 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 here 、i don't see ghosts. i did not sleep with a razor in my teeth last night. i do not keep count of my sixteen—year old 𝑝͟𝑖͟𝑙͟𝑙͟ ͟ ͟𝑐͟𝑜͟𝑙͟𝑙͟𝑒͟𝑐͟𝑡͟𝑖͟𝑜͟𝑛͟.͟
you said you're getting something signed... are you okay, or is it for somebody else?
❪ eyes quietly raked down figure, greying azures fixed upon sheepish stature. ❫
what?
( for a split second, his mind seems to go blank, attention slipping away from the conversation before abruptly snapping back. he cranes his head up to look at them, having failed to catch what they'd just said. )
fair enough .. are you doing okay?
❪ he'd gotten somewhat better at conversing, cranium canting as he looks to the papers in his hand with a small noise rolling from throat. ❫
oh, uh. i'm just waiting on a nurse to sign off on something.
( he offers a nervous smile from behind his mask, instinctively hugging the green courier bag to his chest. foot tapping anxiously against the floor as he does. that man is massive. holy fucking shit. )
... ohhhh. got it. got it.
( he trails off, holding up a quick thumbs up, chuckling as he does. where is a nurse when he needs one? )
so, um... are you visiting a relative? a friend?
they don't know i have lots of money but feel as though i deserve nothing, so if claire gets nicer clothes and a meal every night while i'm without then that's okay. i'm a good dad.
( how does one even approach this conversation at this point? he honestly should just shut the fuck before he makes an even bigger fool of himself. )
right... well, i assumed because, you know, there's a daycare at the hospital and everything.