[ He's not wrong; nobody knows a single damn thing about how this works. What it might do to time and space, whether or not they'd both wind up in the same universe. Can't say he loves the idea of one of them remembering and the other not.
Not that it changes anything, not really, but. You know. Kind of helped make things shift into place better than a Skype call. Took some of the questions away, left behind concrete and certainty.
He can hear the caveat in the answer. Fills him with a kind of bittersweet sadness, just a tiny little touch of resignation somewhere down there. It doesn't keep the small smile off his face, amused at the moron poking him in the face.
You know where you go he'll follow you, as long as he can. Be sad to give all this up, but he will.
None of that's on the table right now, though. No slim chance of a possibility has ever presented itself to anyone, not that he knows of, so there's no sense dwelling on a hypothetical. He pushes his small smile into something wider, shoves down the bad and tucks it neatly away. ]
Go figure.
[ He muses, and it's with just a touch of strain as he reaches over to put the plate on the nightstand. No more egg hazard on the precious, dirt riddled bedspread. ]
If you'd have pitched that to me two months ago I'd say you were out of your damn mind.
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Not that it changes anything, not really, but. You know. Kind of helped make things shift into place better than a Skype call. Took some of the questions away, left behind concrete and certainty.
He can hear the caveat in the answer. Fills him with a kind of bittersweet sadness, just a tiny little touch of resignation somewhere down there. It doesn't keep the small smile off his face, amused at the moron poking him in the face.
You know where you go he'll follow you, as long as he can. Be sad to give all this up, but he will.
None of that's on the table right now, though. No slim chance of a possibility has ever presented itself to anyone, not that he knows of, so there's no sense dwelling on a hypothetical. He pushes his small smile into something wider, shoves down the bad and tucks it neatly away. ]
Go figure.
[ He muses, and it's with just a touch of strain as he reaches over to put the plate on the nightstand. No more egg hazard on the precious, dirt riddled bedspread. ]
If you'd have pitched that to me two months ago I'd say you were out of your damn mind.