[Under normal circumstances, Michael would find this to be completely reasonable. In fact, under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have questioned Lance's motives at all. Before he got sick, he wanted to help. Now he doesn't want anything but to know who's plotting against him. Which is... maybe everyone.
So his virus-addled brain decides to take everything the wrong way, to twist it to fit its skewed ideas. It's confirmation bias to the nth degree, and then some. Once his mind makes one bad connection, it just snowballs until it's unrecognizable.]
So you came here to secretly interrogate me or something, is that it? And why now? How did you even know I was leaving my apartment? Are you watching me?
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So his virus-addled brain decides to take everything the wrong way, to twist it to fit its skewed ideas. It's confirmation bias to the nth degree, and then some. Once his mind makes one bad connection, it just snowballs until it's unrecognizable.]
So you came here to secretly interrogate me or something, is that it? And why now? How did you even know I was leaving my apartment? Are you watching me?