Don't shush me. [Loki snaps, and then laughs, a faint edge of hysteria to the sound.] Words are all I have.
[He takes the glass, not because he wants it, but because it's an automatic reaction at this point. His hands shake so much that the water spills, but he doesn't notice. He stares down at it as if he's not entirely certain what to do with it.]
I... I don't feel good, Gregor. I... I... need to lay down.
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Date: 2012-11-12 05:32 am (UTC)From:[He takes the glass, not because he wants it, but because it's an automatic reaction at this point. His hands shake so much that the water spills, but he doesn't notice. He stares down at it as if he's not entirely certain what to do with it.]
I... I don't feel good, Gregor. I... I... need to lay down.