[ He leans into that hand, drunk on the feeling of it. He doesn't even have to think about it. Martin is so warm, so solid, so real.
For this one, small moment, everything just about makes sense.
Then Martin asks that question, and he focuses again on where they are. Where they shouldn't be. ] Um— a few doors down. It looks identical, near as I can tell.
[ His tone is stabilizing to something normal. Jon has more or less finished rebooting, now. ]
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For this one, small moment, everything just about makes sense.
Then Martin asks that question, and he focuses again on where they are. Where they shouldn't be. ] Um— a few doors down. It looks identical, near as I can tell.
[ His tone is stabilizing to something normal. Jon has more or less finished rebooting, now. ]