He closes his eyes and takes a breath, and the effect is immediately obvious: he's bracing himself, rallying for what he's about to say.
"I have to trust you," he says flatly. "I have no concept of what this place even looks like, let alone things like what I'm wearing or how people are reacting around me. I am reliant on you for- damn near everything. Picking my outfits, helping feed me, keeping me safe - and believe me, I'm no happier about the fact than you are."
He takes a breath. "I need you, to- to never lie to me, about what you can see, what you're describing to me. To- even if you're frustrated with me, furious about our circumstances, to let me have that fucking illusion of dignity."
And a sigh, running his hand through his hair as he leans the other on the bedframe. "If I can't trust you, my ability to function - not just as an investigator, as a person is compromised. So- please. Help me."
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"I have to trust you," he says flatly. "I have no concept of what this place even looks like, let alone things like what I'm wearing or how people are reacting around me. I am reliant on you for- damn near everything. Picking my outfits, helping feed me, keeping me safe - and believe me, I'm no happier about the fact than you are."
He takes a breath. "I need you, to- to never lie to me, about what you can see, what you're describing to me. To- even if you're frustrated with me, furious about our circumstances, to let me have that fucking illusion of dignity."
And a sigh, running his hand through his hair as he leans the other on the bedframe. "If I can't trust you, my ability to function - not just as an investigator, as a person is compromised. So- please. Help me."