[ Five doesn't have words for how he feels, or he doesn't want to put words to it. He's suffered worse pains. He nearly succumbed to all sorts of ailments in the apocalypse, especially in the early years before he knew enough about surviving in a wasteland. This is different, less easy to define, and he doesn't know how to treat it.
But he recognizes that it's better if he deals with it on his own. Less embarrassing if it's all in his head and he's actually losing his mind. ]
I think I was just tired.
[ He offers a brief smile, then he looks to the door he almost made it out of before he got sick on floor. But he kept down what Eleven had given him. He thinks he can make it now, and he starts to get up. ]
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But he recognizes that it's better if he deals with it on his own. Less embarrassing if it's all in his head and he's actually losing his mind. ]
I think I was just tired.
[ He offers a brief smile, then he looks to the door he almost made it out of before he got sick on floor. But he kept down what Eleven had given him. He thinks he can make it now, and he starts to get up. ]
I need to see how Vanya's doing.