[ So. That's a thing that happened. Ephemera watches Drake for a long moment, then just nods. He's tired still, but he doesn't feel quite so fuzzy. He's aware of his body, the ache in his joints, the act that he's standing in the apartment he used to share with Angela and the fact that he forgot to take his boots off before he crashed. Small things. But he's starting to think they might matter, because they keep him in the present and not spiraling off into the bad memories. ]
I don't sleep well.
[ Stating the obvious, in all likelihood. He exhales. ]
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I don't sleep well.
[ Stating the obvious, in all likelihood. He exhales. ]
Thank you.