...Perhaps it's because I don't have to convince myself it's real in here. It's like a holiday from sense. I can be anyone I want, I can be with anyone I want. Even her... if she'd have me.

*caresses your cheek* If you want to help me, don't ruin your marriage over it. Take me to the Doctor, he might know what to do, or at least know where in the universe we could find specialists in metafictional metaphysical breakdowns. Get everyone together, anyone who could help, try to keep me grounded. Just hold on to me the way you have been, that's the best thing you can do for me. Get me well again... then we can work out what to do, together.

*slow, lingering kiss, caressing just around the edges of your lips*