It's so crowded in here

Darnell: *winds up slumping over on the couch, curling up . . . after a moment, the amin with their sharp hearing will catch the soft sobs - he's not yet grieved everything he's lost, his family, his friends, his sanity in a sense (at least, it feels like in that moment) . . . it's even worse than when he moved to London and everything was done so differently…at least there he still knew how to turn on a light switch, flush a toilet…he doesn't even have /that/ level of comforting competence here . . . he'll be a long time before they don't hear him anymore…he's passed out into an exhausted sleep*