[ He nods slowly. The idea of trying to sleep apart, separated by houses and whatever might lurk between them— no. He's not letting Martin out his sight for a while, if he can help it. Overbearing, he knows, but it feels good that he can. ]
Yes. A phone, a keychain, and [ a hollow little laugh ] a tape recorder. And the jar of berries.
[ He'd waited to eat the berries until his fingers had started fading away. It had been, from a certain perspective, a shame not to see what would happen if all of him were to fade. He can't help but be curious.
But he is also, contrary to popular belief, not an idiot. ]
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Yes. A phone, a keychain, and [ a hollow little laugh ] a tape recorder. And the jar of berries.
[ He'd waited to eat the berries until his fingers had started fading away. It had been, from a certain perspective, a shame not to see what would happen if all of him were to fade. He can't help but be curious.
But he is also, contrary to popular belief, not an idiot. ]