[He finishes it, more quickly than even he expected. It helps, actually, but the hunger's not gone, and he eats the grilled cheese as well, albeit more slowly. He sits, back against the door, letting his head fall back against it.]
Nah. Not sure I can choke anymore. Shit's weird.
[That's the best summation he can give, anyway. Ordering his thoughts to try and explain the physical chances, the mental changes, is far too much to do right now.]
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Nah. Not sure I can choke anymore. Shit's weird.
[That's the best summation he can give, anyway. Ordering his thoughts to try and explain the physical chances, the mental changes, is far too much to do right now.]