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[five_hours]

    "Like This?" I wanted to be angry, maybe deep down I felt like I deserved it, but instead my voice cracked and sounded weak. I took my glasses off wishing the blood would just wash everything away, take every moment with it. I asked again more softly as I hit my knuckle against my nose, I barely heard him say "Stop," as he pulled my hand away

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[little_moons]

There's a cup of tea shattered on the tile at my feet. Soaking into the grit, under the soles of my bare feet. I stand there watching it... I dunno for how long, before the silence shatters again and I remember why I dropped it in the first place.

I don't mistake the voice for Logan's. Or Joe's. Or Duck's or Mamet's or anyone's. I've only heard it, full grown, through the projector, pictures flickering onscreen, film clacking through the metal gears. But maybe you don't ever forget shit like that.

I was always shit at forgetting anyway.

I step over it, porcelain cracking under my heel, digging in but not breaking the skin, and I step through the door, plowing nearly into the back of him. Fucking Christ.

[five_hours]

I sigh in relief and open my mouth to ask how long I've been out when I notice small changes in him. They aren't drastic, but there isn't any way they could have happened in just a few minutes or hours. I don't know why this bothers me more than the fact that I'm in a room I've never seen before, but it does.

"Where are we?" At least I sound more like myself now, even if maybe it felt like I was asking the wrong question.

[little_moons]

I draw in a breath but I just... I can't fucking think of what to say. I've done this shit a dozen times but now I'm just staring like a dumbfuck, and I hear my own voice rattle around in my head. What the fuck are you gawking at?

"You're bleedin'," I choke out, reaching out to curl my hand around the bear, crushing it's little head, but I don't pull it away. He's bleeding and fuck if I don't know exactly where he came from.

[five_hours]

"Oh." I didn't let go of the bear, but I turned my hand so I could see the dried blood again. I hadn't forgotten, I guess this all just seemed so much more important than that. The bear didn't act like it cared about his hand closing around its head. I suppose it was used to stranger treatment.

"I..is there a bathroom close?" It seemed the right thing to ask. I wasn't sure why he hadn't answered my question, but everything seemed so surreal maybe I wasn't sure I wanted to know.