[His face scrunches in uncharacteristic frustration, and he presses one hand against his forehead.]

I just can't exert the will to even move anymore 90% of the time.

[Normally he would just assure someone that he was okay, it was fine, but a combination of the impulsiveness welling in his chest and the fact that he just couldn't write this one off causes him to blurt it out regardless.]

I try to get up and it's like there's just... a disconnect between my brain and my body. I can't.