[ You'll remember more in time, though if there's something familiar we could do to jog your memory faster, it would help. ]
They keep walking and John is clearly thinking, not taking the effort to hide that processing from Neal even if he can't see into what the thoughts actually are.
[I told you: my name is John. John Doe. And your body isn't 'numb'. Half of it is under my control. *I* can feel it just fine. ]
Neal takes the direction seamlessly, glancing at Diana and not bothering to hide his disorientation. "Is there-- a bathroom, maybe? While you call EMS? I feel like I'm going to be sick."
"Yeah. Yeah, sure, come on." She helps him to the nearest bathroom--one room, no stalls, a lock. Good enough.
As soon as Diana steps away to make the call, Neal closes and locks the door and turns on the overhead fans. He sounds more shaken than he wants to.
"Not the most elegant place for you to explain what the hell is happening, but it'll have to do."
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They keep walking and John is clearly thinking, not taking the effort to hide that processing from Neal even if he can't see into what the thoughts actually are.
[I told you: my name is John. John Doe. And your body isn't 'numb'. Half of it is under my control. *I* can feel it just fine. ]
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Art. Art, but that's so wildly unspecific as to be useless.
He stumbles when the voice--John--informs Neal that he's controlling half of his body. "What?"
That's full volume, and Diana takes a couple of quick steps forward to grab Neal's arm and keep him from falling. "What's wrong? Dizzy?"
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See if she can give us a room alone to sit in for a time. That would probably work. ]
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"Yeah. Yeah, sure, come on." She helps him to the nearest bathroom--one room, no stalls, a lock. Good enough.
As soon as Diana steps away to make the call, Neal closes and locks the door and turns on the overhead fans. He sounds more shaken than he wants to.
"Not the most elegant place for you to explain what the hell is happening, but it'll have to do."