I never said you chose that, c'mon! Apparently you still say shit like "ideal for cognitive function" even when your brain's totally fried.

[He only kind of knows what that means on a good day!

Maybe if he had a guest room he'd ask Togami to stay; he's having some lonely impulses in that direction, ugh. As it is, he's not going to. He wouldn't ask him to sleep another eight hours on the couch, and Togami wouldn't accept it if he did. But this moment of not being along with his thoughts is . . . pretty relieving. He puts his soda down, swinging his leg.]

. . . I was pretty worried about you.