[He's groggy, confused, disoriented. Planting his hand flat against the wall, his eyes seem to stare through her collarbone when she calls out his name like she knows him.]
Hm? [Who is this? He tries to listen out keenly for something he can recognise, but the groan of the elevator and the roar of laughter upstairs makes him wince and try to shut everything off again. He reaches out to touch her forearm, grazing his fingertips against her top.]
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Hm? [Who is this? He tries to listen out keenly for something he can recognise, but the groan of the elevator and the roar of laughter upstairs makes him wince and try to shut everything off again. He reaches out to touch her forearm, grazing his fingertips against her top.]