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[eversomuchfun]

There's a pale young man out back of Milliways, leaning against a tree by the lake with a cigarette and a contemplative expression.

He would be entirely amenable to company.

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[40410]

In fact there are two pale young men, though the latter is pacing about a little way down the shore and considerably less well-at-ease.

It's not been long since the disaster of a conversation with Strat, and his mind keeps going back to it, playing over the fact that the man might be searching for ADAM right now. Maybe he'll find it, maybe he'll find Alex again and give it to him.

But Alex knows where that train of thought leads, and he tears himself away before he can get lost in it. He doesn't want to start seeing things again, or hunting for the stuff that'll kill him. He just needs to last until Milliways unlocks its door, and then he can find Sof and ask just how she plans to help, because he needs he hopes it involves more plasmids some serious help.

He forces himself to stop pacing, but still tears up grass with his trainers as he watches the play of crimson and blue that the moon isn't casting over the water.

[eversomuchfun]

Even through the smoke, Sherlock can smell it.

"Excuse me," he calls, "I have to ask. What are you on?"

[40410]

Shit what the shit. Alex looks around sharply and spots the other man.

How the hell does he know?

"Nothing," he calls back. He's not even sure whether his tone is closer to denial or to anger. "What the hell."

He makes a tactical retreat, which here means 'stalks away along the shoreline, deeply unsettled'.

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh, no," he says, following. "Really, just a moment of your time. I know it's rude, but I am curious."

The voice is slightly familiar, come to think, but he's about twenty years too young.