Yeah she, sliced my fingers open. Hurt something terrible which is... weird. [He blinks, thinking about the fact he remembered any of this at all, and that he could still feel it. That means he hadn't completely flipped out. Which means he did this consciously? And like... knew what he was doing the whole time?

Fuck.]

You know I can't promise that, I nearly punched you for trying to hug me - I don't even know what makes me go nuts most of the time.

[He looks down at his hand, the vague memory of being able to see tendons and muscle in every finger. Maybe that didn't happen, did he hallucinate an injury? Or maybe the whole damn thing?]

Just tell me.