[ Fabian's probably right. There's a part of him that does want to protest, while the other part still feels foggy-minded, cloudy on doing anything. And it's a larger, fuzzier part of his head than the other.

He turns in his chair so he can face Fabian better, looking up at him and humming nonchalantly for as a response. Before he lowers his head, leaning forward slightly to let it rest against Fabian's torso, without really being close enough to support any weight on him. ]

...I'm sorry we're not doing anything again. I-- [ 'haven't abandoned you'? No, that sounds weird. ] ...Are you lonely?

[ Ah, no, that's weird too. He scoots back his head. ] I know Riz is around, but after the stuff we talked about, you know, I wanted to know you weren't feeling bad. That you're okay.