[It's so weird, coming out of it, because there's so much and it's so strange and he does get a lot of it, in the moment, but he can't ever translate it into anything human enough to remember. He curls up a little, laughing, shaking his head, trying remember gravity as orientation instead of another ubiquitous field, trying to think in English instead of pure math and the antimath of in-between.]
I'm alive! I'm alive!
[He's rubbing Elvis's ears rather than pushing him away, startled back into his own skin, his own two hands.]
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[It's so weird, coming out of it, because there's so much and it's so strange and he does get a lot of it, in the moment, but he can't ever translate it into anything human enough to remember. He curls up a little, laughing, shaking his head, trying remember gravity as orientation instead of another ubiquitous field, trying to think in English instead of pure math and the antimath of in-between.]
I'm alive! I'm alive!
[He's rubbing Elvis's ears rather than pushing him away, startled back into his own skin, his own two hands.]