It still takes him a moment. It shouldn't take this long, with Robbie talking to him and dumping something on his lap, but it does. His brain has to work hard to drag itself up out of the pit it's in.

But it does. And he finally comes back down to Earth.

When he's back, he suddenly breathes in, like he's surprised to find himself in the Medbay, and he looks up at Robbie with wide eyes, taking him in, checking to make sure he's all in one piece. It's clear that he didn't hear anything Robbie just said.

"Hey. Hey, Robbie. Hey."

His speech is flitting around all over the place, incapable of deciding if it wants to manic or slurred and it's making a mess trying to be both at the same time.

He looks at the robe.

"Aw, is this - is this for me? That's nice."

He starts running the fingers of his flesh and blood hand over it, methodically, like the very idea of "soft" is a novelty he's forgotten and he's trying to remember it again.

"You're okay, right? You look okay. They said you were okay." He adds quickly, "M'sorry. I let them hurt you. M'sorry. Sorry."