"Yeah," He states in response to the question. He tries to close his eyes and even though he wants to, he can't. There's still a dull part, still a vague part, that wants him to run. Every instinct is telling him to just bolt and forget about the fact that he was cuffed like a prisoner.
"Yeah," He needs time, he tells himself, that's all. The adrenaline has long since petered out from how much stamina Mike has, but at the end of the way he still has dopamine flowing through his brain.
"Yeah," He repeats a third time, and actually manages to search for Billy's face, as if desperate for something. He's not even sure what it is himself. Still, he can walk, or at least sort of can--it's the physique that's surprising given his addiction to drugs that's the only reason he's still going to be able to get upright after all of that.
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Date: 2015-08-10 11:32 am (UTC)"Yeah," He needs time, he tells himself, that's all. The adrenaline has long since petered out from how much stamina Mike has, but at the end of the way he still has dopamine flowing through his brain.
"Yeah," He repeats a third time, and actually manages to search for Billy's face, as if desperate for something. He's not even sure what it is himself. Still, he can walk, or at least sort of can--it's the physique that's surprising given his addiction to drugs that's the only reason he's still going to be able to get upright after all of that.