Everything is always faint, distant. Everything around him, all his senses dulled - but that voice cuts through everything, has his eyes shoot wide open to look, to meet hers, instantly. It's as clear a sign as any that she's not really here, even apart from the obvious, but sometimes he thinks he's not really here either. She's still more real than anything has been for him in weeks - too real, the touch to his leg making him pull it back in towards himself instantly, because he can still move his legs. Somehow it makes that rejection of her touch twice as harsh, but he can't help it.

"No... No, you're not -..."

Isn't she, though? He swallows heavily and tries to retreat further, pulling his legs up against himself as far as they will go, but he's already quite literally got his back against the wall, and his arms are trapped in a straightjacket, making it nearly impossible to get to his feet.