He's observant. He's always been observant, though his memories extend only to that morning -- if it's even the same day. No longer thrashing around on the table, his breaths leveling out, it's easier to really listen. He missed it before, but now it's so obvious that he can't believe it slipped him by in the first place: there's someone else in the room and he's got a good idea as to who.
The illusion of calm shatters in an instant. His heart jumping up against bruised ribs, he fights to turn his head in a wild bid to see his real captor.
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Date: 2012-05-24 05:09 am (UTC)The illusion of calm shatters in an instant. His heart jumping up against bruised ribs, he fights to turn his head in a wild bid to see his real captor.
"Where is he?!"