"Fuck me!" said Kirk upon spottin' an all-too-familiar face. There'd been an abundance o' those, fucked-up ones includin' his and Not-Cate-Motherfuckin'-Blanchett, but he'd know this guy anywhere, in or out o' his goddamn spidey suit.
"Tobey! How ya been, man?" He grabbed him in a bone-crushin' hug 'fore he could get away.
Sammy barely had time to blink before he was caught up by somebody, with an exuberance that too powerfully reminded him of Bake to ignore. He pushed the thought away and managed to wrest himself out of the man's grip.
"Uh, sorry," he said, taking a couple quick steps back. "I think you've got the wrong guy. Name's Sam."
"Sorry about that," Sammy said awkwardly, feeling a touch of absurd guilt. The guy was clearly upset, which he got; he'd give his left foot to have Joe there. Or Rosa. No one would be able to appreciate the surreal aspect of the place quite like Rosa could.
"Hey, you never know," he said, "the way this place is, he could show up any day." Might as well try to help him look on the bright side.
"Sam Clay, from Brooklyn," he answered. Man, this guy really seemed broken up about the whole thing. Had to be quite a resemblance, he guessed. "And yeah, just arrived today, as a matter of fact. You?"
"Tobey! How ya been, man?" He grabbed him in a bone-crushin' hug 'fore he could get away.
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"Uh, sorry," he said, taking a couple quick steps back. "I think you've got the wrong guy. Name's Sam."
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"But..." Kirk's lower lip trembled some. "You look just like my mate- my bro Tobey." This wasn't fair. Cate he could unnerstand, but not Tobey.
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!
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"Hey, you never know," he said, "the way this place is, he could show up any day." Might as well try to help him look on the bright side.
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"Yeah, yeah. Who you be, then? You jus' get here? I ain't seen you around before, Tob- bro."
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"Name's Kirk," he said. "Kirk Lazarus." He waited for the recognition, for the hug, but it never came.
He sniffed again.
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