He didn't want to be awake. In fact, right now he was sleeping as much as he could. In part this wasn't a horrible thing -- his body was healing and in pain, and both required his energy. He didn't have the energy or desire to talk much. He had been very grateful the other day when Astoria had visited and simply played for him. It had not been demanding and it had offered him a bit of peace in return.
The problem was, he did need to start talking. He couldn't just ignore as many people around him as possible, no matter how much he wanted to. He needed people to poke him ... sometimes, at least.
So it was probably a good idea for Blaise to point Calypso in his direction a couple of days after he was actually awake, if one didn't count all the sleep adn attempted sleep he was trying to do. The two of them had grown pretty close during his time at Blaise's.
His left arm, the dominant arm, was missing up to just below the elbow, so he still had the joint and a short stretch of forearm, and it was well bandaged still, for they were only healing it a bit at a time in order to attempt to leave him with less scar tissue and more feeling in the stump, which apparently healing it all at once eould do. At this point Theodore wasn't quite sure he cared. He'd already started taking to keeping it tucked close to his body protectively, having bumped it very painfully countless times already.
He found a ghost of a smile to give her. it definitely looked as if it had come back from the dead, or perhaps being drunk in a ditch and now had an epic hangover, but he tried as he had with the few visitors he allowed.
"Did he now?" he said, his voice still a bit roughened. He almost started to reach with his stump, and visibly stopped himself and reached back, deliberately, with his whole hand.