[ If Ray had shuffled closer, he'd definitely have had to reconsider things all over again. Mixed signals really was a thing. Him jumping away, at this point, would have been almost acceptable. But instead Ray patiently agreed to stay with him, and that was middle of the road.
It was middle of the road until he flopped back on the bed with an arm under his head and stared up at him. He shifted uncomfortably on the spot, just for a moment, and then he decided to follow, pulling himself up on his chest and wrapping his arms around the pillow on the other side of the bed, his head on top of it, propped up in such a way as he could look right back at Ray.
It was very close, sort of intimate. Probably a mistake. He licked his lips uncertainly. He always worked his mouth, it was like he simply couldn't help it, like his tongue had a mind of its own, which was why he liked to keep it occupied. Talking worked. Reciting lines. Sucking on pens and razorblades. Kissing. Don't think about kissing! ]
Could you...
[ He flattened his cheek into the pillow. ]
Could you tell me something about me? Like...I don't know. How we met? The kind of man I am? What I like to do when we're not working?
[ If he could just get Ray talking, it'd take some of the pressure off him, which considering he didn't know who he was, no matter what he said, it was only going to make him seem crazier. All of his stories were from a life he apparently hadn't lived. One he'd made up in his head. The more detail he went into with them, the more he'd creep Ray out.
At least this way, something might trigger his memory. ]
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It was middle of the road until he flopped back on the bed with an arm under his head and stared up at him. He shifted uncomfortably on the spot, just for a moment, and then he decided to follow, pulling himself up on his chest and wrapping his arms around the pillow on the other side of the bed, his head on top of it, propped up in such a way as he could look right back at Ray.
It was very close, sort of intimate. Probably a mistake. He licked his lips uncertainly. He always worked his mouth, it was like he simply couldn't help it, like his tongue had a mind of its own, which was why he liked to keep it occupied. Talking worked. Reciting lines. Sucking on pens and razorblades. Kissing. Don't think about kissing! ]
Could you...
[ He flattened his cheek into the pillow. ]
Could you tell me something about me? Like...I don't know. How we met? The kind of man I am? What I like to do when we're not working?
[ If he could just get Ray talking, it'd take some of the pressure off him, which considering he didn't know who he was, no matter what he said, it was only going to make him seem crazier. All of his stories were from a life he apparently hadn't lived. One he'd made up in his head. The more detail he went into with them, the more he'd creep Ray out.
At least this way, something might trigger his memory. ]
Who am I to you, Ray?