[Not exactly] dead guy walking

[crionicsaturniid]

What?

I'm still here. Yeah.

What...?

You know I'm not supposed to talk about it. It makes him upset.

[...]

Well I don't know if he's listening, I don't always know where--

[ Mmmh. Sigh.]

Sorry. I don't want to talk about it...


I'm still here...things changed a little. You made me change, didn't you?
...it's okay.


He's been quiet for a while...huh, not--not Kris. Things have been okay, I guess.
I wish I could...[Fidgety hands.] Talk...to more people. But it feels weird.
It never stopped feeling weird...

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[fiftycats]

You don't want to talk about it, but you want to talk.


What do you want to talk about? It's been a while since we've done that.

[crionicsaturniid]

I don't know if there's anything to talk about. [Always the fidgety hands. Everything else about him is always so slow and still, but the hands.]

I want...

[...]

I want to talk about normal things.

[fiftycats]

There's always a lot of things to talk about. It's just a matter of actually bringing them up.

Why don't you talk about normal things?
We can do that.

[crionicsaturniid]

[Okay that look for a second there looks mostly blank as is his usual, but that was sure a reaction to that question somewhere in there.]

Because I don't know what that means anymore. [Not for him. He's his own daily reminder of that.]

[fiftycats]

'S never too late to learn. [ There's not much else he can say to that, is there? ]

You can always give it a try.

[crionicsaturniid]

[ Is that a frown? That's a frown. He's just gonna sit there and look at nothing.]

I guess...