[ the answer is automatic, if annoyed. he knows what twelve hours feels like. he's counted the seconds of it in the past-- this is not twelve hours. and it's not the first time someone's tried to make conversation with him either. and he honestly isn't sure what about him says "I would like to be talked to." Maybe once? Would've been nice to just talk away the hours so they didn't seem so long. but the him that would've done that was gone for good.
being trapped was setting off every alarm bell he possibly had, dredging up memories he was only just so good at keeping at bay. ]
There's a literal clock in our heads now. Though, I'm wondering why the hell anyone thinks I want to talk.
[ at that, he glances at him, measuring him, and how much he would like to prove that point. ]
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[ the answer is automatic, if annoyed. he knows what twelve hours feels like. he's counted the seconds of it in the past-- this is not twelve hours. and it's not the first time someone's tried to make conversation with him either. and he honestly isn't sure what about him says "I would like to be talked to." Maybe once? Would've been nice to just talk away the hours so they didn't seem so long. but the him that would've done that was gone for good.
being trapped was setting off every alarm bell he possibly had, dredging up memories he was only just so good at keeping at bay. ]
There's a literal clock in our heads now. Though, I'm wondering why the hell anyone thinks I want to talk.
[ at that, he glances at him, measuring him, and how much he would like to prove that point. ]