Are you sure? [ Of course she's sure. Why would she lie to him? This just gets an obvious frantic sort of panic back on his face. An intense confusion. He touches his head then looks at his hand, expecting to see something. Nothing. It was just there. He swore. He takes hers again to move it away from the spot, trying to think his way out of this.

Why would he be seeing...? He looks up, willing himself not to look anything other than calm. A deep breath. It doesn't work. He stares off to the side. Well, he's not going to tell her he was fucking hallucinating that's for sure. He's holding her hand on her, without really realizing it. A slight tremble to it. ] I don't know what happened. I thought I hit my head. Did I talk to you today? Before the text?

[ His eyes cut back to her. ] People that don't like what I write. [ Alan's head shakes. He goes to look at the paper in his hand and realizes one of his is holding Wendy's still. He pulls back and mutters an apology. ] Y-Yeah. Shit happens. Maybe I had a bad trip. [ You know, not the horrific alternative that his body got hijacked and he killed a member of the staff and the cleanup was so grand he doesn't even have a cut anymore. That'd be crazy. ]