Right. Yeah. Sorry, it just . . . it gets hard, ya know?

Any kind of physical contact is bad. I have a bit of control over it, but not much. Not enough to touch anyone safely. *He looks sad, but also kind of hungry in a way. It's a bit difficult to avoid thinking like a wild animal sometimes.* Fuck it, I'm gonna grab myself a couple more fish. Eating usually helps.

*With that he goes down again for a moment, returning with quite a large fish. The fish thrashes a bit, but then Palmer changes horribly and devours it whole.*