Nope. [ can he explain it? maybe. does he want to? absolutely not. all andyr knows is that he'd gotten into the water, floated around a while, and then, suddenly, a rush of thought surged up from the darkest corners from his mind, and he didn't have the mental wherewithal to stop the progression. after all, this is something he has a history of attempting. even the singular incident. andyr can't say it wasn't just his own mind cracking, and given the strain put on it regularly, and all the inside out pulling he's done on his mental state, it could very well have been just that.
and is he going to explain all of that mess to some stranger who just pulled him out of a space pool? absolutely fucking not.
pulling up the towel, andyr takes to drying himself off, and pacing towards the pile of clothes he'd lift aside earlier, stripping out of his soaked pants and kicking them aside with little ado, not much one for shame after several years of being the only one naked in a room full of doctors staring at him. as he pulls on the dry thermals, already feeling emotionally lighter, he's tossing a look back at the man studying the water. ]
no subject
and is he going to explain all of that mess to some stranger who just pulled him out of a space pool? absolutely fucking not.
pulling up the towel, andyr takes to drying himself off, and pacing towards the pile of clothes he'd lift aside earlier, stripping out of his soaked pants and kicking them aside with little ado, not much one for shame after several years of being the only one naked in a room full of doctors staring at him. as he pulls on the dry thermals, already feeling emotionally lighter, he's tossing a look back at the man studying the water. ]
The fuck are you doing? Playing pool boy?