[ The revving, though perhaps the Hangman should've been enough noise before for him, does seem to worm itself into Gorgug's ears some. There's a complaint he should be whining about bringing the bike into his lab (as much as he likes the Hangman, it's his lab!), but the thought doesn't occur to Gorgug in a way that it connects. Doesn't seem worth making, or saying.
But then Fabian's in his view and Gorgug looks at him, their height level with Gorgug's place in his chair. He seems out of it--Gorgug looks down in an action that could be taken as sheepish, but he finally does bring his hanging hands towards himself, near his stomach. ]
Sorry. I'm not... [ What can he say? He trails, starting before he even knows what to say, before tugging his mouth aside in a half-hearted smile. ] I think I'm tired. And I'm worried about....everyone.
[ It makes sense, doesn't it? That he wouldn't a full 100% percent, and it's not that he doesn't feel bad. He feels bad for everyone stuck in that mirror, and he's here trying to recreate a procedure that he never paid attention to the details for back in freshman year. He still thought palimpsests had to be cleaned phones. ]
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But then Fabian's in his view and Gorgug looks at him, their height level with Gorgug's place in his chair. He seems out of it--Gorgug looks down in an action that could be taken as sheepish, but he finally does bring his hanging hands towards himself, near his stomach. ]
Sorry. I'm not... [ What can he say? He trails, starting before he even knows what to say, before tugging his mouth aside in a half-hearted smile. ] I think I'm tired. And I'm worried about....everyone.
[ It makes sense, doesn't it? That he wouldn't a full 100% percent, and it's not that he doesn't feel bad. He feels bad for everyone stuck in that mirror, and he's here trying to recreate a procedure that he never paid attention to the details for back in freshman year. He still thought palimpsests had to be cleaned phones. ]