*flinches a little as you snap your fingers as he slowly understands that you're making conversation* Oh.
*rubs his palms along his thighs* Uhm. Well. *feeling somewhat uninhibited, thanks to his current medication, commences on a ramble about his treatment* See. Yes. I have problems. *nervous laugh* A lot of problems. And the drugs are to are to are to help me work through these, uh, problems? They make me sleepy but that's OK. *earnestly* I drink too much. Uh. Not here. But it's all the problems. *unhappily* I think maybe I shouldn't say too long.
*blinks and gets a good look at you* *politely* How are you?