[ he shuts his mouth— one, because of the stings under the bandages, the wounds that stretched and brought discomfort to his moving mouth. at least with painkillers, it's lightened, but—
when he speaks next, he tries to keep his mouth as closed as possible, careful not to open too much. ]
I'm just . . . Tired! I'm thinking too much.
[ he manages a smile— although, it's clearly being forced for the sake of conversation. he didn't feel like smiling. he didn't feel in place to smile, which is why it dissipates almost as quick as it comes. a change of direction, perhaps. maybe home would make him feel better. much better— ]
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S— sorry, I— Never mind.
[ he shuts his mouth— one, because of the stings under the bandages, the wounds that stretched and brought discomfort to his moving mouth. at least with painkillers, it's lightened, but—
when he speaks next, he tries to keep his mouth as closed as possible, careful not to open too much. ]
I'm just . . . Tired! I'm thinking too much.
[ he manages a smile— although, it's clearly being forced for the sake of conversation. he didn't feel like smiling. he didn't feel in place to smile, which is why it dissipates almost as quick as it comes. a change of direction, perhaps. maybe home would make him feel better. much better— ]
What was the last thing you remember from home?