[Mike's brow furrows into a deeply displeased frown. He glances down at his own hands, spoon shifting slightly between his fingertips. Then, again, he shakes his head, even slower.]
Yeah, I'm not seeing that. [He looks back up, wheels in his brain grinding slowly behind his eyes.] How else are you feeling?
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Yeah, I'm not seeing that. [He looks back up, wheels in his brain grinding slowly behind his eyes.] How else are you feeling?