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Sid was in the mood for a movie again, and the arrival of his new stash and inspired him to select The Big Lebowski out of the massive collection available. He wasn't high at the moment, a guy had to be sober at least some of the time, but it turned out the movie was just in surreal in places even without out the influence of something. He was amazed. He'd never really absorbed much of the plot before, come to think of it.

His last awkward experience in the entertainment room was all but forgotten as he sat in front of the TV, his cane propped at his side. The fact he should probably find the panda girl and apologize was wedged in the back of his mind along with all the other apologies he ought to dispense. He could worry about all that later. For the time being it was just him and the movie and his faintly glowing tail.

At the sound of door slamming, Sid tensed a little, if only because he had no idea what kind of company he was in store for. As he thought back to the b***h with the permanent fur accessories it was all he could do to keep his hands at his sides with the faint echo of pain that inspired. His senses had never been keen enough to make out footsteps, but he could at least make out movement from the corner of his eye as the guy approached.

Right when the movie was getting good, too.

He glanced over. "Hey."

Sid gave Miller the once over... and then again to make sure he was indeed a normal kid. That raised the question of how often the shipped fresh meat over, which bothered him for all of three seconds before he pushed it out of his mind. No sense worrying about that, much less getting jealous when everybody shared the same fate. He glanced back the TV only to find he'd missed Julianne Moore flying across the screen naked.

"Nah," he said. He reached over, grabbed the remote, and remedied that with the search button. He looked back to Miller afterwards. "You're cool."

"Name's Sid," he said. He tore his attention away from the movie to look at Miller. "I take it, since you're not freaking out or anything, that you know what's up."

Sid looked at Miller blankly for a moment before the memory caught up with him. Everything before the pain killer cocktail had wore off was fragmented. He remembered the skinned decorations and the graveyard more than anything. The foggy trail he still wasn't quite sure he hadn't dreamt. The discussion with Billy after it all, when they were both getting painfully sober, had given him something to look forward to even if he didn't want to admit it. He rubbed his knee at the memory of all that walking. More reasonably used pills had taken the edge of before, though he was still left with a dull ache.

"That was pretty ******** up, yeah," he agreed. "But... ******** it, I'm not good at bullshit consolation. It sucks, but you find ways to deal."

He might even have something other than substance abuse to rely on in the future. Fancy that.

"Beats me." Sid shrugged. "I try not to think too much about that s**t, man."

The key word was try. No matter what he did, not matter how much he drank, consumed, or smoked, he thought about it quite a lot. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, then tried to make it look like he was just changing position to try and make more room for his tail.

"You could try smoking a little pot. That always helps to take the edge off. s**t, all you have to do is ask and they'll give it to you." Sid snapped his fingers, which come to found out felt weird given the webbing and the newfound flexibility in them. "Just like that. I think that applies to just about anything, but I wouldn't overdo it."

"Excellent..." Sid said, grinning in his own uniquely freaky way. "You'll probably need it too, cause goddamn it hurts..."

He wasn't helping and he knew it, but the conversation was cheering him up a little.