Honestly, she hadn't expected him to sit there. Dorcas had expected him to get up and leave, shaking his head like she was completely batshit insane. Which she felt like she was, okay? The floor itself had been lovely but something there had been... wrong. Maybe not evil but definitely wrong. The corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying to smile but just couldn't manage it, "Unfortunately I obsess over things and right now, I'm working on research about schizophrenia..." Fade with time? Not if her brain had any say.
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