After returning from the Sanctuary, Norman was drawn back to the hospital-like room where his body lay in medical state, breathing peacefully, slowly in its induced coma.  The holes were gone, at last, healed away into still-red scars.  He'd spent a very surreal morning a few days ago shaving his own head, though touching his own flesh like this ( Read more... )

I should leave things be.

Tired of being led around in the cold dark.

Norman is in the loft!  Oh, god, he's cold.  There's ice on his skin, and he's a little shivery ball.  Even buried under every blanket he can reach from his couch.  He's too cold to summon the coordination for the stairs, or he'd make a beeline for his alternate's Labs.

cold

So

...

Hnnh.

It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place.

Norman, I need a word.

We need to discuss my situation.

Well. That's better, at least.