[He could be worse. It’s obvious he’s cried, but he isn’t now; staring up at the ceiling from atop his bed. Not even tucked into it, just laid atop the comforter, sheets and all. He looks relaxed but the reality is more that he hasn’t moved a muscle in a really long time. He’s just... there. He’s still... here. But the voice is easily recognizeable.]
no subject
...starvation is highly unpleasant...
[...still no movement.]