"Honey, mirror, Saturn, anchor." 

"...Your brain isn't working right. You need to go home and see a doctor right now."

"...what makes you say that?" 

"A normal score on the test I just gave you is two. The score that means you should go see a doctor right now is five. You got a six, or maybe a five, and I skipped an entire section because I don't know how we'd agree what month or year it is."

"This is normal, can we go back to kissing?" 

"...it's normal for people from your world to have trouble remembering a list of words for a few minutes, or saying four digits backwards?"

"...yeah?" 

"Do you remember if you were like that when you were ugly?"

He tilts his head again. (His eyes haven't cleared.) 

"Why would I want to think about when I was an Ugly?" 

"--Actually, you're right, this is a dumb topic of conversation. Do you want to see some more poetry Lily likes?"

"Alright!" Chirpy again. 

Lev returns in a few moments with:

GATHER BY ROSE MCLARNEY

Some springs, apples bloom too soon.
The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick
to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs,
pink petals turn black. Those summers, the orchards are empty
and quiet. No reason for the bees to come.

Other summers, red apples beat hearty in the trees, golden apples
glow in sheer skin. Their weight breaks branches,
the ground rolls with apples, and you fall in fruit.

You could say, I have been foolish. You could say, I have been fooled.
You could say, Some years, there are apples.

"It's pretty." He sounds a little uncertain. 

"You sound not sure of that."

"....it's weird and I don't get it." 

Lev kisses his cheek. "Tell me about it?"

"Mm. I'd rather kiss you." 

Lev kisses him. 

He is, pretty clearly, distracted. 

That's okay! 

Lev is really good at this. Sasha can keep kissing him for a long time. 

Even if Lev is super-distracted there are certain physical reactions that happen when he's kissing an insanely pretty version of his husband for a long time!

Mm. Lev said he didn't want to so Sasha isn't going to but that would be so nice. He never gets to touch people when he's moping. 

...after a while longer he stops kissing Lev and pulls away, keeps his eyes down.

"Sorry." His voice is quiet and unemotive, compared to how he's been today. 

"...Oh, good, the Sasha I can talk to is back, what the fuck was that all about?"

"...I can think clearly about two-thirds of the time. The other one-third, I'm — like that. I can't really predict it, if I have a seizure I usually switch then but usually it's kind of random. 

That version of me is much, much happier, he can talk to people and doesn't mind not being able to hoverboard and enjoys meaningless empty sex, please don't get rid of him." 

"I'm not going to make changes to your brain without your consent and even if I could I can't do brain surgery and I definitely can't do it in a hotel room. --Do you remember if you were like this more when you were ugly?"