Re: [quicklog: connie/adrian facility]
[He shifted on the couch, and didn't protest when she settled her legs on his lap. As gently as he could manage:] It's not purgatory. And you're not dead. [It seemed to him that it might be helpful to restate basic facts.] Why does it feel like that?
[He hadn't thought about eating today. There had been too much happening, too much to be accountable for, too much to worry about. He tapped one foot against the floor.] I do now.