[ People can make or break a place. Fuck knows Maine wouldn't have stayed on the station if it hadn't been for certain people. He cared. Promised he wouldn't leave. Promised it and meant it with every fiber of his being.
And now he's here. Alone.
His fingers twitch towards the bottle, but he doesn't reach. Restrains himself. He has to keep his shit together. But the thoughts are churning now, shoving their way to the forefront of his mind, and fuck, he hates this.
He pushes himself to his feet. Doesn't sway. Looks at Ephemera for a moment. ]
You seem fine.
[ That's something, he guesses. Then, with a slightly rueful twist to his lips, ]
Let's see if I glow.
[ It's impulsive. Potentially dangerous. Maine doesn't care. He just starts towards the ring. ]
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And now he's here. Alone.
His fingers twitch towards the bottle, but he doesn't reach. Restrains himself. He has to keep his shit together. But the thoughts are churning now, shoving their way to the forefront of his mind, and fuck, he hates this.
He pushes himself to his feet. Doesn't sway. Looks at Ephemera for a moment. ]
You seem fine.
[ That's something, he guesses. Then, with a slightly rueful twist to his lips, ]
Let's see if I glow.
[ It's impulsive. Potentially dangerous. Maine doesn't care. He just starts towards the ring. ]