[When she moves her hand away, his hand hovers there in place for a few seconds before he rests it against his arm where her hand just was. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. He hated hearing her say that since none of it was true, and goddamn, knowing he worried her that much tore him up. He closed his eyes.]
It's got nothin' to do with whether or not you're a good friend and roommate- which you're good at both, so you know. You aren't the pain in the ass, my attitude is.
[And that's probably the most truthful he's been in a long time. He slowly looked over his shoulder at her, only briefly making eye contact with her before looking at the floor.]
The last thing I want to do is make you go through that again. I never thought that'd happen.
[Not that he thought much about other people in that state. He gently let out a breath and pushed himself away from the table, approaching his bag on the floor. He dug around in it and once he found what he was after, he went back to Faye, holding out a rather large syringe that was filled with a prismatic liquid.]
This is the only thing that can keep me from getting in that state again. This is what's in my blood that keeps me alive. Keep ahold of this for emergency. In the worst case scenario, I'll either need subdued or I'll be laying immobile on the ground, but you'll want to inject this in one of the ports on my neck either way.
[He paused. He probably should give a little more detail than that. God, this was complicated.]
If my markings begin to turn grey or purple, I can intercept it early myself, but I can't do anything if they go fully grey or red. I'll lose all function in my cybernetics if it goes red. Grey is what you need to be careful of. That means my mental state is rapidly deteriorating and I could go berserk.
[He glanced away from her again. The only one who knew how to deal with this before was Zykalis, and there was something about asking Faye that just felt wrong. Probably that feeling of relying on someone else that he hated so much.]
That's... really the only way you can help prevent it. But it mostly needs to come down to me not being so damn stubborn.
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It's got nothin' to do with whether or not you're a good friend and roommate- which you're good at both, so you know. You aren't the pain in the ass, my attitude is.
[And that's probably the most truthful he's been in a long time. He slowly looked over his shoulder at her, only briefly making eye contact with her before looking at the floor.]
The last thing I want to do is make you go through that again. I never thought that'd happen.
[Not that he thought much about other people in that state. He gently let out a breath and pushed himself away from the table, approaching his bag on the floor. He dug around in it and once he found what he was after, he went back to Faye, holding out a rather large syringe that was filled with a prismatic liquid.]
This is the only thing that can keep me from getting in that state again. This is what's in my blood that keeps me alive. Keep ahold of this for emergency. In the worst case scenario, I'll either need subdued or I'll be laying immobile on the ground, but you'll want to inject this in one of the ports on my neck either way.
[He paused. He probably should give a little more detail than that. God, this was complicated.]
If my markings begin to turn grey or purple, I can intercept it early myself, but I can't do anything if they go fully grey or red. I'll lose all function in my cybernetics if it goes red. Grey is what you need to be careful of. That means my mental state is rapidly deteriorating and I could go berserk.
[He glanced away from her again. The only one who knew how to deal with this before was Zykalis, and there was something about asking Faye that just felt wrong. Probably that feeling of relying on someone else that he hated so much.]
That's... really the only way you can help prevent it. But it mostly needs to come down to me not being so damn stubborn.