... He kind of hates that he can't even outright dismiss these kinds of ideas as ridiculous. They probably are, but who even knows, anymore? Life stopped being normal three years ago.

He opens his mouth to dismiss it as stupid anyway, but before any more words can come out, he finds himself scooped up -- no he does not yelp in surprise, thank you very much, except for the fact that he actually does -- in a hug and bombarded with questions. This is many shades of not okay with him, and he squirms, trying to get out without having to use any kind of actual force.

"Put. Me. Down." Each word is punctuated very strongly. Put him down, or he will make it happen, damn it.