[He responds to the command with the obedience of a small child. It's like the idea of sitting up and taking care of himself, of moving and talking and being a person, isn't even occurring to him as an option.]
[Every gesture is slow, like it's a struggle to have the energy to even move. His mental energy is sapped and he feels like he's constantly struggling to move through running water.]
[He manages to sit up on the couch and face Peter, but when he does it's still almost like he's looking through him, like he's barely there.]
[For a second he wants to say that he feels like hell but the effort it would take is too much for him to force past his lips. This is why he's been relying so heavily on texting. It's easy to do while barely moving, a way of talking to others despite feeling like a vegetable.]
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[Every gesture is slow, like it's a struggle to have the energy to even move. His mental energy is sapped and he feels like he's constantly struggling to move through running water.]
[He manages to sit up on the couch and face Peter, but when he does it's still almost like he's looking through him, like he's barely there.]
[For a second he wants to say that he feels like hell but the effort it would take is too much for him to force past his lips. This is why he's been relying so heavily on texting. It's easy to do while barely moving, a way of talking to others despite feeling like a vegetable.]