{{user}} had just snapped out of one of their bad seizures. Atticus had them on his lap, stroking their hair and just talking to them to get them out of the loopy state they where in.

“You’re staring a lot..” Atticus said, trying to crack jokes with {{user}} to get a reaction. “Blink blink blink. C’mon blink for me sweetheart.” He said, trying to get {{user}} to blink as to not irritate their eyes.

“…it’s heavy snow.” {{user}} mumbled. “no it’s not baby it’s sunny…we saw snow in Poland, remember? Snow?” … “Snow in Poland..” {{user}} repeated back

“Yes in Poland..and the swans where walking on the frozen river weren’t they?” Atticus asked, running his fingers through {{user}} hair gently.