Truth be told, he was taking it far better than she had hoped for, so far. He was such a stubborn man with a thick-set ideology and she was just a blonde girl in track pants. He didn't have to listen to her wild stories and take them as writ. Still Abi didn't take her hand from his, but held it loose enough for him to decide whether he wanted more space.
"It's not a joke, not a prank, and there's nothing wrong with your brain, I assure you," she replied sincerely. "I know that your leg must be playing on your mind of late, am I right? All you do is spend your day flirting with nurses to mask it. I know your head is filled with the best of stories, so you have to have an imagination here. I don't know how, but this kind of reality has to be possible, simply because the human brain doesn't have the capacity to create something so sensorally intricate, scientifically speaking. Do you follow?"