The rasp of the chair legs on the floor get his attention, and he can't help thinking, as he looks at some odd drawing of faces that the nurse had also tried referring to, that if he were more comfortable in this place he might really find it in him to be an asshole.
Then again, he's pretty sure most of his most truly awful behavior was left behind in Ramsay's dungeons.
"I'm not sure I'd want to eat anything," Theon says, aiming for petulant and coming out considerably more broken than he'd like. The hand without a needle in it tightens into a fist and then releases. He wants to ask Neil more questions about this place, but that strange floating feeling is back.
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Date: 2019-05-12 04:04 am (UTC)Then again, he's pretty sure most of his most truly awful behavior was left behind in Ramsay's dungeons.
"I'm not sure I'd want to eat anything," Theon says, aiming for petulant and coming out considerably more broken than he'd like. The hand without a needle in it tightens into a fist and then releases. He wants to ask Neil more questions about this place, but that strange floating feeling is back.
"How do you taste a color?"