[ He's silent for a moment, expression stiffening with concentration, waiting. There's some delayed feedback, the sim's altered coding tweaking at his brain in an effort to change his reality— but touch is a little harder to fold into his solitary experience than other senses. And with no other stimulus crafted for his brain to attribute it to, Stephen finally feels the pressure of a hand.
A slow, staggered breath in. He nods. Finally comes out with— ]
no subject
A slow, staggered breath in. He nods. Finally comes out with— ]
Yeah.