[He just nods, eyes closed. He's momentarily given up on everything. Luceti could be exploding in on itself and he'd be here, eyes closed, having entirely given up for the next few minutes. He runs his hand over his hair once, goes back to closed eyes and a quiet break. He sucks in a breath like he's about to say something, searches the ceiling with his gaze, and then closes his mouth.
He's quiet again for a little while. Just a little while.]
Sorry. It's not right... to, uh. [Clears his throat.] Feel that.
[action] June 11th
He's quiet again for a little while. Just a little while.]
Sorry. It's not right... to, uh. [Clears his throat.] Feel that.