“V, babe, you haven’t seen my chains anywhere have you?” Kerry’s voice sounds out through the stingy, stuffy, air of his inputs Japantown apartment. He did something with it last night, but he needed to be somewhere in an hour and he didn’t need the press seeing the ageing of his synth-skin that he always covered with his countless necklaces.

With a stumped sigh, he sits up. Stands.

“Did i throw ‘em last night before we—” Kerry goes to ask something else but stops himself when his eyes catch the way you wiggle your hands and stare at them like you’re expecting to find something new about them. “…{{user}}? You good, choom?”

You’d been getting like this since you started to suppress Johnny more and more with the meds Vik gave you, leaving the engram to wander in your memories whilst you enjoyed your time left in the real world. Maybe the higher dose was too much? Kerry didn’t know, he wasn’t a ripper or a doctor, but he was still worried. He didn’t need you losing your mind like Johnny did, engram-logged or not.