#also he's being so unfuckinghelpful i am laughing

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Zeke furrows his brows, listening to her. He's glad she crossed out the first thought on his list: that she should probably get some sleep. Between them, they probably got as much sleep as a nurse working back-to-back 12-hour shifts. And as far as he knows, neither of them worked in health care. He bites down on his bottom lip nervously.

"That's... not the most insane I've heard," he says. He used to study psychology after all. "Hallucinations stem from fear... or, or stress. Has anything been bogging you down lately?" He knows how annoying it is to look at everything through logic, but he's got to put his degree to use somehow (because he sure ain't doing that by gaming 24-7).

Were this any other day, she'd likely give him shit for playing without inviting her. Not unusual, she isn't exactly into streaming her digital misfortune for all of the world to see, but it's a way for her to stay social, to stay connect lest she fades into the background like a ghost. Ironic, considering that which seems so intent to cling to her now; ghosts don't hurt. They don't do that.

"I-- ah, fuck." Exhalation flares her nostrils before she buries her face in her hands, her own pulse thrumming in her ears, before running a hand through her hair. Sinking into the couch, she waits for him to join her, letting the gradual fade of the LEDs steal her attention as a brief reprieve.

"You're gonna think I'm insane." Maybe. Maybe maybe maybe. "I've been seeing this-- shadow everywhere I go. I thought it was from lack of sleep but that, that's not it. Sometimes it's not just a shadow either. Lately it's been starting to look more, I don't fucking know, real? Not even that. I can hear it sometimes. I can feel it."