When I glance at Dash, he’s backed up on his little cot mattress, staring at the floor. It doesn’t look like he’s processing what’s going on here. My brow furrows as I stare at him. He’s not even blinking. “Dash?” I whisper, leaning in. I snap my fingers in front of his face. No response. He’s out of it.
The fact I know he’s hallucinating sucking Kemps dick rn is sending me
