Lita had a familiar face. One Graham was comfortable with. It was a lovely face, yes. He remembered that. A kind face. Really, in his state, he could ramble on about her face all day. When she turned off the overhead light, he actually thought to groan a simple, "thank you.." He nodded when Lita mentioned his head hurting like a son of a bitch. It did. But was it really all that normal?? Maybe in his state.
He wrinkled his nose, watching Lita dismiss her bodyguard, though he had no idea that what the man was. If he had, if Graham had had any recollection of the murders happening at the UMCB, he wouldn't have sent the guy away. No, Graham would have insisted that the angry guy not let Lita out of his sight. Graham liked Lita. He wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her.
He blinked looking at her, focusing especially when she mentioned his name. His brows furrowed with thought before he gave a bit of a look around toward the other people standing around, "what..what are they going to do? What's happening? I-I am being still," he insisted. When he felt Lita's hand on his, though, his attention went back to her, listening, trying to focus on her words. Eventually glancing away and down, he nodded hesitantly, "no one ever believes me. Or-or is very nice about it. Poetry, Shakespeare, things.. things. And-and I'm not a coward. Or a lion. I don't even like cats-agghhhOW," he frowned, moving to look toward his arm and then to the guy that had stuck him with the needle. "WHY? Bloody fuck!" He looked back toward Lita with worry, "what is he doing??"
He shook his head, "why would he do that??" He moved to reach for the IV, but was briefly distracted by Lita mentioning London, "I love London," he shook his head, "but it's gone, now... Everything is gone. What did you see when you were-were there? It's probably gone too. Mum is gone, home is gone, everything is-is gone. I don't have anyone or anything, and-and-and I can't go home."