[Ricki leans in to peer closer at the little screen. The jarring feeling of a tv character talking to him, so vividly and clearly, gives him a tell-tale two second delay in his response.]
Ricki is fine, thank you, Iris.
[Seriously, though, all of this. The first, most obvious, that he has gone mad. Unlikely. He feels he's seen it in others often enough, felt it nipping at his own heels often enough, to know that if he were going to crack up it would be nothing like this. He also thinks that he would be more alarmed if he were, or at least more agitated or enthusiastic, when what he actually feels is gloriously numb.
The sheer improbability of Iris's statement. her grin, her dogs, her... pinkness and yes, definitely that grin is subtly making him rethink insanity as an option, though. Mad people think the television is trying to communicate with them all the time, don't they?]
Inmate, I'm afraid to admit, and a rather new one at that.
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Ricki is fine, thank you, Iris.
[Seriously, though, all of this. The first, most obvious, that he has gone mad. Unlikely. He feels he's seen it in others often enough, felt it nipping at his own heels often enough, to know that if he were going to crack up it would be nothing like this. He also thinks that he would be more alarmed if he were, or at least more agitated or enthusiastic, when what he actually feels is gloriously numb.
The sheer improbability of Iris's statement. her grin, her dogs, her... pinkness and yes, definitely that grin is subtly making him rethink insanity as an option, though. Mad people think the television is trying to communicate with them all the time, don't they?]
Inmate, I'm afraid to admit, and a rather new one at that.