Gray, for his part in all this, has almost no idea what's being said to him. Wherever he's gone, whatever they're doing, he's slipped into a somewhat catatonic state. It's too much for him to handle, yes, but if prodded enough he'll go through the motions -- or, at least, try to go through them in the twenty-first century. The water confuses him, but the soap confuses him even more. Above all, walking by a window and seeing the blue sky confuses him the most.
It's too much. It's all too much. While they wait, Gray will sit and stare into the middle distance, just trying to fit all the jagged pieces together in his already cracked head.
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Date: 2010-02-03 02:39 am (UTC)It's too much. It's all too much. While they wait, Gray will sit and stare into the middle distance, just trying to fit all the jagged pieces together in his already cracked head.