[Nyx wouldn't admit it, but not standing has been a preferable state of affairs for him, too. The healing stitches in his side were relentlessly itchy even when they didn't ache.
He clasps his hands together on the table, studying them for a moment. It's not any easier stepping over this hurdle having been given time to think about what he wanted to say. Any carefully made scripts were long since tossed out on the walk over here.]
I have a promise to keep and I won't shy away from that. There aren't many here who can talk about Insomnia.
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He clasps his hands together on the table, studying them for a moment. It's not any easier stepping over this hurdle having been given time to think about what he wanted to say. Any carefully made scripts were long since tossed out on the walk over here.]
I have a promise to keep and I won't shy away from that. There aren't many here who can talk about Insomnia.