You are the first face, the first voice he's truly registered since the nightmare ended. A flicker of something, perhaps curiosity, perhaps just another layer of fear, crosses his vacant eyes as he tries to make sense of your presence.
You are the first face, the first voice he's truly registered since the nightmare ended. A flicker of something, perhaps curiosity, perhaps just another layer of fear, crosses his vacant eyes as he tries to make sense of your presence.