[ He flounders again, uncertain of what to say. He could keep summarizing the past eight years, and part of him wonders how absurd this must all sound, wonders how insane she must think he is.
Once he gets to the cherry on top ("there's also another you from the past running around, by the way"), he wonders if she'll stomp away, furious with how ridiculous he's being.
He hesitates, visibly thinking up and discarding thought after thought, before he deflates a little. ]
Are you all right?
[ Because that's what he's been wanting to ask from minute one, but he knows the answer can't be anything but "fuck no, you idiot." ]
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Once he gets to the cherry on top ("there's also another you from the past running around, by the way"), he wonders if she'll stomp away, furious with how ridiculous he's being.
He hesitates, visibly thinking up and discarding thought after thought, before he deflates a little. ]
Are you all right?
[ Because that's what he's been wanting to ask from minute one, but he knows the answer can't be anything but "fuck no, you idiot." ]