( He's profoundly bad with names at times; he knew his best friend only by the name Marlboro for months before he ever learned it was actually Jerry. His brain works better by association, and Carrie Underwood is a habit he'll learn to break if they spend any amount of time around each other in the future.
Today might be enough, even, considering how... otherworldly it all feels. How dreamlike, how surreal, somehow both muted and significant. It'll stand out, when he thinks back on it.
He folds himself down onto the pillow pile. His eyes track the place their hands are clasped, and then lift absently upward toward the Singularity, his neck craning slightly back to try and take it all in.
Huh, he thinks, and maybe she picks up on it through some faint thread of connection, some slim shade of Horizon text-link, it's bigger than I thought it would be.
But he doesn't linger on the thought. More remarkable for him is still the contact, both that he doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable about it, and the warmth radiating through it. His eyes drop back down to their hands again, and he shakes his head. )
Some of us. We couldn't- we couldn't all get out, but things started... getting really fucked up, so a few of us managed to get through. There were... cracks, in one of the walls. Covered in some kind of... webbing, or mesh. I think it's covering up some kind of portal. When we went through it, we came out the other side at like... Mount Everest, basically. Mountains. Snow. Cold. It's not good.
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Today might be enough, even, considering how... otherworldly it all feels. How dreamlike, how surreal, somehow both muted and significant. It'll stand out, when he thinks back on it.
He folds himself down onto the pillow pile. His eyes track the place their hands are clasped, and then lift absently upward toward the Singularity, his neck craning slightly back to try and take it all in.
Huh, he thinks, and maybe she picks up on it through some faint thread of connection, some slim shade of Horizon text-link, it's bigger than I thought it would be.
But he doesn't linger on the thought. More remarkable for him is still the contact, both that he doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable about it, and the warmth radiating through it. His eyes drop back down to their hands again, and he shakes his head. )
Some of us. We couldn't- we couldn't all get out, but things started... getting really fucked up, so a few of us managed to get through. There were... cracks, in one of the walls. Covered in some kind of... webbing, or mesh. I think it's covering up some kind of portal. When we went through it, we came out the other side at like... Mount Everest, basically. Mountains. Snow. Cold. It's not good.