[ Are you sure? and he frowns at Jack, but his response isn't as flippant or sardonic as he might be if someone else had asked. ]
What's the last thing you do remember?
[ Maybe start from there. His eyebrows knit together as he eyes Jack, his gaze lingering for a moment on a stray strand of hair curling over his brow.
Without thinking he reaches up and gently brushes it back into place. At the same time something in him recoils, aware again that he's just stepped beyond polite boundaries - but that sensation that should've stopped him from doing it in the first place feels dull and distant. ]
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What's the last thing you do remember?
[ Maybe start from there. His eyebrows knit together as he eyes Jack, his gaze lingering for a moment on a stray strand of hair curling over his brow.
Without thinking he reaches up and gently brushes it back into place. At the same time something in him recoils, aware again that he's just stepped beyond polite boundaries - but that sensation that should've stopped him from doing it in the first place feels dull and distant. ]