[He's silent for a bit, nursing the bottle in silence. It's not an awkward silence, but he still feels the need to sing say something. But the first thing that comes to mind?]
I'm missing six weeks. [He hesitates, then continues, a little more slowly.] I woke up the other day and- it was like I'd slept through them. Except I know that I didn't, because...
[He traces the side of his head, where the numbers in blue ink are barely covered by slight hair growth]
...because someone gave me a note that told me to shave my head. It was in my own handwriting, and I don't remember writing it. Ever since then, I've felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole.
I keep wondering if it's somehow connected to this. But this is a new flavor of weird. [Speaking of flavor, he'll just. Take another bit of wine. He's nowhere near drunk - not even tipsy - but it felt right to...share that. With the person he's decided to trust.]
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singsay something. But the first thing that comes to mind?]I'm missing six weeks. [He hesitates, then continues, a little more slowly.] I woke up the other day and- it was like I'd slept through them. Except I know that I didn't, because...
[He traces the side of his head, where the numbers in blue ink are barely covered by slight hair growth]
...because someone gave me a note that told me to shave my head. It was in my own handwriting, and I don't remember writing it. Ever since then, I've felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole.
I keep wondering if it's somehow connected to this. But this is a new flavor of weird. [Speaking of flavor, he'll just. Take another bit of wine. He's nowhere near drunk - not even tipsy - but it felt right to...share that. With the person he's decided to trust.]