*walks over to you, rather hesitantly, and all but snatches the pen and paper from you with a murmured 'thank you'*
*tries his best not to listen to you but cannot quite ignore the influx of memories (the bedspread in Ossiriand was rockstar red and the lights of the hospital ceiling hurt his eyes and he could hear the disgust in the doctors' voices - just another overdose)*
*goes back to the minibar and extracts a bottle of water because his throat is dry (your hands may as well already be around it)* *gulps back a few mouthfuls (and Ecthelion's lips always taste(d) like water which is just too cruel, for all concerned)*