 Sorry, I've been sick *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
The other encephalons weren’t that interested in him. In fact, if he hadn’t the connection he did with Reil, Adam was pretty sure even he wouldn’t care about the people outside of the tank. Their brief time body-snatching sharing with employees, had taught them they were happier in their tank. Of the people affected, Adam was probably the only one who came in here anymore. In fact, he might be the only one still around. Reil just liked catching up.*
And at the mention of Zita and Micha, well, Reil got a little excited and images of both his loves flashed through his head. It was an enjoyable trip down memory lane and one that made Adam zone out for a moment. Or two. Or three…
He completely missed Laurel’s request that he step back. Her mention of getting hurt usually would have been enough to get him to move. After all, he’d been hurt enough at work and now he had a family to support. And while he normally shut down when yelled at, Jane’s tone was just sharp enough to slice through his memories and actually get him to pull his hand back from the tank. As he did so, he made sort of a snorting nose as if he was waking up. ”Sorry vhat?” He blinked at them owlishly, completely unaware that he was likely just making both women feel like they were justified in being worried about the encephalon tank.
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