Harlow's scarred nose scrunched up when John spoke to Adelaide, his annoyance spiking. It felt strange, standing there and speaking to John with Adelaide only a few feet away. When he was looking at John, he felt like he was having a bad acid trip, reliving some awful memory or stuck in a mindfuck dream. Only Adelaide's presence made it seem real. This was no memory he was reliving, no hallucination run amuck. It was him, and when the two actually spoke, Harlow's head spun a little with the surrealism of it all. He couldn't help striking out, reaching through the bars to shove hard against John's shoulder, the movement vicious and abrupt.
"You're so fucking delusional!" Harlow shouted, the hurricane of his emotions lashing out from his mouth, tearing out on his voice. "How long did you fucking know me? How well did you fucking know me? Look at me, look at me and keep telling yourself I walked away from you."