[when the world takes a momentary break from tilting, Martin looks up just enough to see what's offered, and then to look up at who's offering. Martin's...a little surprised.]
...Thank you.
[he takes it, not able to manage a grateful smile, and holds it against the back of his neck. he's upright now, at least, leaning on his other hand against the rim of the sink. he read something about the back of the neck being helpful about nausea once? or something like that? he can't think, he can't remember. he's just cold, and confused.
Martin worries his lip a little, and looks up at the mirror above the sink.]
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...Thank you.
[he takes it, not able to manage a grateful smile, and holds it against the back of his neck. he's upright now, at least, leaning on his other hand against the rim of the sink. he read something about the back of the neck being helpful about nausea once? or something like that? he can't think, he can't remember. he's just cold, and confused.
Martin worries his lip a little, and looks up at the mirror above the sink.]
So...he's really me?