He barely acknowledged the other man at first. He just lay there, eyes fixed on some patch of bathroom ceiling. The coughing had almost subsided now - just a little one every now and then - and it was after one of these that the other man's presence finally began to properly filter in. He tilted his head so that he was looking up at him, an odd expression crossing his face - part smile, part grimace.
"The mirror," he explained, his gaze returning to the ceiling. "I don't exist.." He lifted his arm off the floor next to him and held his had up in front of his face. He could see it..