What the fuck is wrong with Armand. (A lot. A lot of things that Daniel knows specifically, now.) Why did he do this? He pokes at the thing in his head, inelegant, but nothing happens; no return rush of feeling, no shift, no closure. A new phantom limb, in addition to everything else.
He re-appears, dressed and with one remaining towel that he rubs over his hair, glasses clipped to a shirt pocket. He doesn't seem to need them, suddenly, but it feels weird to discard them.
"You tasted miserable," he says bluntly. "Which of those options is going to make you feel the least like shit?"
Daniel can fucking cope, he's not the one with suicidal tendencies. He's the Actually I'm busy this weekend in the face of an eldritch monster coaxing him into sleep one.
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What the fuck is wrong with Armand. (A lot. A lot of things that Daniel knows specifically, now.) Why did he do this? He pokes at the thing in his head, inelegant, but nothing happens; no return rush of feeling, no shift, no closure. A new phantom limb, in addition to everything else.
He re-appears, dressed and with one remaining towel that he rubs over his hair, glasses clipped to a shirt pocket. He doesn't seem to need them, suddenly, but it feels weird to discard them.
"You tasted miserable," he says bluntly. "Which of those options is going to make you feel the least like shit?"
Daniel can fucking cope, he's not the one with suicidal tendencies. He's the Actually I'm busy this weekend in the face of an eldritch monster coaxing him into sleep one.