Hi Queenie!
Once he'd been thoroughly squeezed to their satisfaction,
“He feels...that is, I...” He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of that...current, or whatever it was that seemed to be constantly humming through his brain, echoing back his thoughts and feelings and sometimes distorting them until he wasn't quite sure which ones were really his.
Yeah, that would be awkward, them both getting locked up in different asylums without anyone ever figuring out the why.
The elderly couple...his parents...shared a look.
He nodded, allowing himself to sink onto the couch. “Ms. Lane thinks that it is because of Superman's disappearance. Apparently, we are...close friends?” He looked up at Ms. Lane, who nodded in confirmation.
His parents shared another look.
I wonder, do they recognize they have Michel in front of them?
Still, some morsels are better than none?
Michael