[ Unfortunately for Silco, Gen does respond when Silco approaches.
But fortunately for him, it seems to be a response based entirely on reflex. Gen looks up sharply when he catches that sudden flicker of movement at the periphery of his vision, but the wide-eyed, bleary look he fixes on Silco -- or rather, past him, staring at some indistinct point in the middle distance -- makes it clear his mind is still a million miles away. ]
... stop.
[ Even the hoarse mumble that escapes his lips is clearly directed at someone other than Silco, someone who doesn't actually exist in the room at the moment.
And though Gen does makes some shivering attempt to move, he seems to be fighting a severe uphill battle. He shivers, hand tangled pale-knuckled into the folds of his own shirtfront, using all his strength just to buckle forth and brace himself against the ground with his other hand; just staying kneeling instead of collapsed on the floor is all he can manage, it seems. That, and mumbling feverishly under his breath, ]
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But fortunately for him, it seems to be a response based entirely on reflex. Gen looks up sharply when he catches that sudden flicker of movement at the periphery of his vision, but the wide-eyed, bleary look he fixes on Silco -- or rather, past him, staring at some indistinct point in the middle distance -- makes it clear his mind is still a million miles away. ]
... stop.
[ Even the hoarse mumble that escapes his lips is clearly directed at someone other than Silco, someone who doesn't actually exist in the room at the moment.
And though Gen does makes some shivering attempt to move, he seems to be fighting a severe uphill battle. He shivers, hand tangled pale-knuckled into the folds of his own shirtfront, using all his strength just to buckle forth and brace himself against the ground with his other hand; just staying kneeling instead of collapsed on the floor is all he can manage, it seems. That, and mumbling feverishly under his breath, ]
Stop -- hurting him.