[Jeremy stops short, a shudder and a jerk going through his body. It's not pleasant. If he were able to see himself, he'd recognize the kind of convulsions identical to those Rich used to have.

The SQUIP had never done this before. Even on the night of the play, the SQUIP didn't manage this kind of complete control.

He doesn't stumble back or wince or cry out as his body snaps straight, perfect wooden posture and all.

Frozen, Jeremy doesn't even seem to notice Rich... unless you notice his eyes tracking Rich's movements, wide and strained as he mentally screams.]