The thing is, when Ryan appears to be blind, he isn't really blind - he sees the most exciting images behind his eyelids. Sometimes they'll catch him, and he'll pause mid-sentence, hands in his air, so caught up in that inaccessible place that he can't see or hear or feel anything else. "Ryan? Ryan?" Brendon will ask, worriedly, even past the first couple of times when they accept that it happens to him occasionally. But there's nothing to be done. They just have to wait until those spaces are over.
"Sometimes," Brendon says accusingly, "It's almost like you don't want to join us again."
Ryan presses his lips together tightly. Maybe Brendon's right, but he doesn't know how fantastic the dreamworld (he's taken to calling it that, in his head) can be.
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Date: Sunday, 26 July 2009 07:40 (UTC)The thing is, when Ryan appears to be blind, he isn't really blind - he sees the most exciting images behind his eyelids. Sometimes they'll catch him, and he'll pause mid-sentence, hands in his air, so caught up in that inaccessible place that he can't see or hear or feel anything else. "Ryan? Ryan?" Brendon will ask, worriedly, even past the first couple of times when they accept that it happens to him occasionally. But there's nothing to be done. They just have to wait until those spaces are over.
"Sometimes," Brendon says accusingly, "It's almost like you don't want to join us again."
Ryan presses his lips together tightly. Maybe Brendon's right, but he doesn't know how fantastic the dreamworld (he's taken to calling it that, in his head) can be.