[Thank God he'd identified himself. She'd looked up when the door opened and had felt a surge of panic at realizing she didn't recognize the person coming in. The voice rings a faint bell, tries to match itself with the name through memory but can only make the connection through his assurance. She can't remember what he's supposed to look like. It won't come to mind.
She licks her lips and tries to speak, and it's obvious in her speech what hadn't been clear in her journal; it's taking her a long time to piece sentences together. Her words are slow and it's clear from her expression how hard she's thinking.]
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She licks her lips and tries to speak, and it's obvious in her speech what hadn't been clear in her journal; it's taking her a long time to piece sentences together. Her words are slow and it's clear from her expression how hard she's thinking.]
Sollux.
I can't...think...