Stop, he thinks, a command to himself. Stop, stop, stopstopstopstopstop... In the monotony of the repetition, everything else is drowned out, and he is left with that which is absolutely happening. The pressure in his chest eases.

"Forgetting what I'm saying in the middle of a word," he sighs. "Not like how people usually do, either. Sudden. Turning around and feeling like I can't tell what my surroundings are anymore. Not quite dizzy. Disoriented."