The revelation gives him a moment's pause, but there's too many topics and buttons to press all at once; who is this? What happened to her? A dead woman walking? Months? Also, what the hell is he wearing. Some sort of gauzy robe. He stares ineffectually at the latch of the trunk, grateful at least that there's no seeing the tiny knit of his brow, as though that would be some grave overreaction. ]
Too much trouble. [ Keep your soul, mystery lady. ] I don't think you have to worry about me being some sort of... painted doppelganger. [ A pause. He tacks on, casually, ] And by the way, I don't know how much air's left in here.
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The revelation gives him a moment's pause, but there's too many topics and buttons to press all at once; who is this? What happened to her? A dead woman walking? Months? Also, what the hell is he wearing. Some sort of gauzy robe. He stares ineffectually at the latch of the trunk, grateful at least that there's no seeing the tiny knit of his brow, as though that would be some grave overreaction. ]
Too much trouble. [ Keep your soul, mystery lady. ] I don't think you have to worry about me being some sort of... painted doppelganger. [ A pause. He tacks on, casually, ] And by the way, I don't know how much air's left in here.
[ This is a lie, he just wants to be Out. ]