He remains sitting there, palms on the ends of his knees, head down as if it's too much to keep it up. "I don't know... where I am." Time was all off, his senses were betraying him, and his mind was so heavy, thick with fog. And what was that strange impulse of a headache just a short while ago?

"I don't know where I am." He repeated, bringing a hand to his face, tracing the bridge of his nose before sliding it into his hair, tugging at his short locks, struggling to remember. "Everything is so bloody heavy."