[Of course I can, he tries to say, but he nods instead because it's so much easier than trying to talk through this. Though, when he attempts to get to his feet the lightheaded-ness hits him in the face and he crumples back down to his hands and knees again. Ice cold bath, Doyle, just think of the relief that'd come with that. His hands run along the top of the couch and he grips tight, pulling with white knuckles until he's at least leaning against the furniture.]
Right--okay.
[Raspy and weary, he blinks hard like he's trying to un-view something.]
[action] June 11th
Right--okay.
[Raspy and weary, he blinks hard like he's trying to un-view something.]