i am completely overreacting. I know this. He loves me, he needs me. So it's got to be something that he thinks I can't bear, or that he fears will make me think less of him.

Today he seems mentally clear, but unable to identify things right in front of him.
His glasses, his crutch... I had to point them out to be found.

I suppose that a met could have already made it to his brain.
This ticking of time goes by so swiftly when there's only so much left.