[Scott nods. He feels dumb, or - not dumb. Mechanical. He feels like he needs directions just to keep moving forward, and it's frustrating, but it's a relief to just find a chair and sit.]
Have you seen Abigail yet? I haven't talked to her a whole lot, since I got back. [Small talk. He can do that.]
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Have you seen Abigail yet? I haven't talked to her a whole lot, since I got back. [Small talk. He can do that.]