[ Noises from the other person in the room rouses him. His head aches and he doesn't recognize where he is, but this isn't an entirely unfamiliar scenario to a homeless 'recovering' drug addict.
Having a litter girl standing over another person near him is not familiar, however. He struggles up, leans against the wall, gives a brief moan for his headache, before sliding down a wall and sinking his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.
Finally he looks up, pale, eyes sort of distant seeming. ] Who...are you?
[ The fact that most people's first question is 'where am I?' was sort of lost on him. It didn't seem as important. Given what was back home, anywhere seemed like a decent idea. He could figure out how to get back to his family soon enough, if he could convince himself it wasn't better for them if he was gone. They had the military watching over the neighborhood now. It wasn't like they needed him. He'd just weigh them down.
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Having a litter girl standing over another person near him is not familiar, however. He struggles up, leans against the wall, gives a brief moan for his headache, before sliding down a wall and sinking his head into his knees. He seems to be running his hands through his hair, trying to comfort himself.
Finally he looks up, pale, eyes sort of distant seeming. ] Who...are you?
[ The fact that most people's first question is 'where am I?' was sort of lost on him. It didn't seem as important. Given what was back home, anywhere seemed like a decent idea. He could figure out how to get back to his family soon enough, if he could convince himself it wasn't better for them if he was gone. They had the military watching over the neighborhood now. It wasn't like they needed him. He'd just weigh them down.
Nick would do anything not to be a burden. ]