Fine motor control was coming slow, but he might have developed it faster if he were not stuck in a tiny room with a security deposit and a landlord that came knocking whenever things got noisy. The closest Evan came to any real control had been when he had opened a beer across the room. True, he had somehow manage to slice the top of the bottle off instead of simply popping the cap off, but he was able to drink the beer afterwards, so he called it a success. His standards had slipped quite a bit since he had been away from the lab.
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