[ Gorgug doesn't look. He makes a show like he might, when there's a second of silence where Fabian doesn't keep speaking; turning his head, but not making eye contact--just a sound, a 'mm?' to show he's paying attention.

But regardless, the fact that Fabian says what he does--he feels stupid. He isn't sure if anything going through his head makes sense, or--does he believe any of that? Is he being weirdly emotional for no reason? Gorgug can't get his thoughts straight, even with Fabian there beside him asking him what's wrong.

The crystal computer shuts down, and he exhales; tries to find in his own mind what's reasonable to even bring up or say without dismissing Fabian's concern entirely. But none of it, reflecting back, feels right. ]

I'm a little-- I'm a lot tired. My head feels weird. Sorry, I, I kinda don't know what I should be doing right now.

[ He turns to Fabian as he says it, his gaze hard to keep on the other at first. But he rubs at his face like it might help his situation, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to give them a good rub, too.

Then he looks at Fabian, standing there, the same old Fabian, and tries to not think about any places, sixth or seventh or eighth. It doesn't matter. He's being stupid right now. ]

I'm okay. Let's get Adaine, then-- I'm gonna sleep. I'll sleep for a week.