He blinks at the question, his eyes focusing, trying to settle on the form holding his closed fist. Everything is fuzzy around the edges, like trying to see the world through a film of television snow. It slowly dissipates, leaving the question unheard, but he can guess.
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Date: 2024-06-06 12:52 pm (UTC)"I'm alright," he breathes out.