"Two pounds," he repeated, "I think I might be one of the few people actually excited about gaining weight." Justin shook his head and took the seat she indicated. That was good. He was getting there. Not that he had any delusions of how long it would it take to be considered whole and healed by anyone. And even then it would still be something he would learn to survive with.
"As well as I would expect." His reflexes seemed to be in working order, legs jerking as they ought to and all that good stuff. "On average it's about 5 hours a night with a series of naps depending on the day, which is how I used to sleep. And I don't think the bad dreams aren't often enough for any concern." And everyone had bad dreams.