[ The way he talks about this—it is strange. Familiar with the subject, but flippant. This man is clearly around drugs plenty, maybe even—administers them? Yet he asks basic questions, too.

He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]

What are you, some sort of test subject...

[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]

Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.