[ Roman listens, fidgeting but somehow managing to pay attention to the other teen's words. He's losing the struggle to keep checking his pockets, like his missing safety blankets will reappear if he pats his thigh just one more time. How long's it been since his last hit? He breathes through his nose slowly and focuses. Hallucinations? That's not really what he'd call someone seeing things that other people don't, but if the person this guy is seeing is dead... well. Roman doesn't claim to know how that shit works, but they're somewhere else and this somewhere is fucked up. Maybe the rules are different.
He'll wake up any second now. Right?
The guy's eyes drift to the side and he sees something, Roman's sure of it. Even as his new acquaintance's gaze snaps back, Roman turns around, looking where he thinks the other might have been. There's nothing there.
Something occurs to him; Even lost in his own head, even if they didn't answer, the figures motioned for him to follow. ]
Whoever you're seeing... would they run away from you?
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He'll wake up any second now. Right?
The guy's eyes drift to the side and he sees something, Roman's sure of it. Even as his new acquaintance's gaze snaps back, Roman turns around, looking where he thinks the other might have been. There's nothing there.
Something occurs to him; Even lost in his own head, even if they didn't answer, the figures motioned for him to follow. ]
Whoever you're seeing... would they run away from you?