Acceptance
Chemically aroused
Meanwhile Bruce was trying to sleep, but felt restless. He was not upset, nor even unsettled, really. In fact, he was having a hard time placing what had been keeping him up as of late. He felt frustrated, but not the way he did when he was depressed. He was happy; for the first time in a long time. Things were not perfect, but he had his best friend back, things were quiet, he did not have to run and hide, nor fight. He almost felt guilty over how much he was being taken care of. Normally he would have, being such an overly accommodating person himself, but had come to feel as if he was owed a bit of an easy streak, at least enough to keep him from protesting against the hospitality. He supposed that it was maybe just the tests. Nothing could really stay in his system, not the way his body processed everything and resisted foreign influence, but he thought that it could still be something to do with the tests that had him feeling a little worked up. It was not wholly unpleasant, but he did not really like being in an excited state, chemically aroused as it were. Everything felt more strongly, smelled more strongly; he was more sensitive to everything. For someone who tried hard to keep himself in a non-reactive emotional state, feeling like this complicated things.