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>You decided to relocate to the living room, as that place had some lamps that could have their brightness adjusted.
>"Is this ok?" you asked the Noivern, trying to find the brightness sweet spot.
>"Y-Yes... This is fine..." he replied.
>"Ok. I think you should fly back home. I'm going to drive to your home during job hours and try to help with your PC and/or phone," you suggested.
>"That might be a problem..." Derek said.
>"Why?" you inquired.
>"I-I'm afraid of heights..." he replied, ashamed.
>"But you flew here," you said in a confused tone.
>"Yes, b-but..." he stuttered out.
>"But?" you inquired further.
>"I-I don't know how I did it... It felt like I wasn't in control when I flew. When I regained my grasp on the situation, I crash-landed in your backyard. In a way it felt like breathing. You don't think about doing it until you do think about it, and then you are breathing manually," he said, trying to capture the feeling.
>You were curious how it worked on a psychological level.
>It seemed that the human and pokemon parts of him were interacting with each other.
>You remembered watching a YouTube video about separating brain hemispheres and how people acted afterward.
>Maybe this was something similar?
>You didn't really know how, as you were neither a psychologist, psychiatrist, nor neurologist, and all of this was way above your pay grade.
>On the side, you wanted to slap Derek for making you breathe manually.
>"Do you think you could try flying again?"
>"I don't know if I could do it."
>"Fine then. You can stay here for the rest of the night. I'm going to drive you to your house then." you said.
>"Can't you drive me there now?" he asked, confused about the entire ordeal.
>"You seem to have a house with a garage, so I assumed you have a car." he followed up.
>"Well, I do have a car, but it is temporarily... unavailable," you said.
>"Like broken?" He asked.
>"More like the driveway is blocked by a Snorlax," you replied.
