[He doesn't mind. Reading is a soothing process, and it takes his mind off of things- his health being one, of course (the fever, the hallucinations, the exhaustion, all of it), but more significantly, the memories. It's far too easy to lose himself in his own mind when he's left alone with nothing to occupy himself with. It's why, even though sometimes he feels a little smothered, he's grateful that Sorey's been hovering around so much since he came back. Someone to keep him updated on the fleet's situation, or to discuss whatever subject they're reading about on any particular day, or even just to be there so he has someone to ground him, to remind him of what's real and what isn't. The recovery is frustrating, but being alone makes it somewhat easier.
The attention does get distracting sometimes, though, so he makes it a handful of pages into the novel before he pauses, tilting his head sideways to glance at Sorey.]
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The attention does get distracting sometimes, though, so he makes it a handful of pages into the novel before he pauses, tilting his head sideways to glance at Sorey.]
Are you okay?