[It's quite the amount to lose. Even when Ariel was at his worst, his most inebriated, he hadn't lost weeks at a time.
Unfocused as Ariel is, he struggles to watch Stephen's hands, and can't even begin to make out the numbers on the side of his head. He trusts that they're there, trusts that this is indeed an odd flavor of weird.]
Has anyone else mentioned losing their memories in such a way? [A hum, drowned out by another swig from the bottle.] Perhaps we should shave my head, and see if I, too, have numbers beneath my hair.
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[It's quite the amount to lose. Even when Ariel was at his worst, his most inebriated, he hadn't lost weeks at a time.
Unfocused as Ariel is, he struggles to watch Stephen's hands, and can't even begin to make out the numbers on the side of his head. He trusts that they're there, trusts that this is indeed an odd flavor of weird.]
Has anyone else mentioned losing their memories in such a way? [A hum, drowned out by another swig from the bottle.] Perhaps we should shave my head, and see if I, too, have numbers beneath my hair.