[He's too isolated, mentally, to feel comfortable lying around alone like he's been for the past few days. He's craving contact like air, and it's killing him that he has no control over it at all. He wants to touch, to banter, to bother, but his mind's half-gone and his body isn't connecting well enough to what's left. He'll be back. He knows it, Cloud knows it.
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He just needs a little help first.]