[ He doesn't realise Fabian is speaking to him, initially. That is, he picks something up, his name, he thinks, but it's like a dream: a noise he thinks he's hearing than anything actual real. A trick of the mind than anything grounded in reality.
Except there's a voice still speaking, words, and it's not actually until Fabian's mentioning checking in on him that Gorgug turns his head to look at him. His gaze confused, which is normal for him, but--he's not focused on him clearly. Fabian is there--or is he? Was he always there? Gorgug looks back at his hands, at the screen a little way up, and...was he talking with Fabian?
He moves slowly, out of it; turning his hands so the palms face up, before he lowers them down onto the table with a ] Yeah [ spoken, in the hopes that he said something that actually matches whatever Fabian just said. He didn't hear him right. The world is shifting out of place.
Sorry, give him, like... five minutes. Maybe ten. To get the emptiness ringing out from between his ears despite the life actually present.
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Except there's a voice still speaking, words, and it's not actually until Fabian's mentioning checking in on him that Gorgug turns his head to look at him. His gaze confused, which is normal for him, but--he's not focused on him clearly. Fabian is there--or is he? Was he always there? Gorgug looks back at his hands, at the screen a little way up, and...was he talking with Fabian?
He moves slowly, out of it; turning his hands so the palms face up, before he lowers them down onto the table with a ] Yeah [ spoken, in the hopes that he said something that actually matches whatever Fabian just said. He didn't hear him right. The world is shifting out of place.
Sorry, give him, like... five minutes. Maybe ten. To get the emptiness ringing out from between his ears despite the life actually present.
(But is this real? Maybe this isn't real.) ]