exhausted space anarchist™

Bewilderment. On who? he almost says, a second before he places the name - God, he hasn't thought of that guy in years, what is his brain trying to do? His bird's a giant robot, his husband's a nervous wreck, their wife is off picking fights with his old advisor, apparently, for all he knows their kids have turned into mermaids - the kind of thing that makes perfect sense in dreams, except that none of it makes any sense. His fingers tighten convulsively. "I don't-- Bodhi, I don't know what any of that means, I'm not following you. Help me out here. What am I--" fighting to keep his voice reasonably steady "--what am I missing?"