[ Dammit Wilson. He is trying so hard not to get emotionally invested in anyone, then you go both drug him (what. the. fuck. no) and protect him while he sleeps. Maybe he should get you your own place so he can go back to not caring? ]

This is why we don't drug me, Wilson. [ He yawns and tries to sit up, though his body's still pretty heavy. ] Sinister used to... He was messed up. I will never get all those memories back and I don't want them, but Sinister was.... really invested in my brain when I was a kid.