"I thought so," he responded when Liberty mentioned Hannah. The relief she gave to the symptoms was different from the medication. It felt deeper, calmer, like a massage for aching muscles that lasted long after she was gone. "No, and that Sophia is small but surprisingly strong," he joked a little. He knew he hadn't started off as the best patient, but they did seem to understand that he was just frightened.
And he hated this. Being hooked up to all sorts, unable to push past it and just get up. It would have been worse at home, he knew that, he'd dreamed about that, but it didn't stop it being frustrating. With a considerable amount of effort, he used his elbows to push himself up a bit more. It felt more natural to sit up, not that he thought for a second that Liberty cared about what was proper at this precise moment in time.
"Thank you," he said about her taking a note, once he'd got himself sorted. It was reassuring, that there was someone who was in a fit state of mind, taking note of these things on his behalf. "A mixture. Mostly good, I think. I went back to New York, and finished up at college to become a lawyer..." he frowned a little, because it was such a long and mostly mundane process, why had he dreamt that? "I... saw my son. Which is impossible, but I saw him," he told her, unable to stop himself from smiling with delight, even though he knew logically it wasn't possible. The feeling was real, the pride was real.