Can’t let anyone go into that one blind. Shout if you need rescuing from him, too. Or you can always distract him by saying something about me. Either works.
[ That’s mostly a joke. Mostly. It’s definitely probably easy to distract him with the right comment about her, but. ]
Both of ours. Hazard of spending thirty fuckin’ years of our lives barely apart, basically all of our memories overlap. Guess whatever caused the dreams decided to— combine shit for simplicity or some shit, I don’t know.
[ She rolls her eyes. Luckily it didn’t make her relive his death with him, that’d have bothered her in a whole different way. ]
[ wash won't throw her under the bus to get out of a conversation with north that he doesn't want, but he miiight call on her if he really needs it. but he'll handle it. he likes north, of course he does, he just really doesn't want to talk about that with anyone if he can help it.
he does raise an eyebrow when she describes the shared dreams -- he won't ask about it, because it seems like a shitty thing to ask, but he's going to assume that if they did have a shared dream about north's death that she wouldn't be able to talk about it quite so calmly. ]
I guess I'm glad my fucked up dreamscape was just my fucked up dreamscape.
[ She honestly wonders if the only thing that saved her from reliving it with him is that York apparently didn’t interact with the dream he saw at all, just watched. Too stunned to even say anything. It was Carolina and Temple commenting on what they were watching that drew her and North back into reality. ]
Yeah, you should be. I mean, coulda been worse, but— super fucking weird, do not recommend.
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Can’t let anyone go into that one blind. Shout if you need rescuing from him, too. Or you can always distract him by saying something about me. Either works.
[ That’s mostly a joke. Mostly. It’s definitely probably easy to distract him with the right comment about her, but. ]
Both of ours. Hazard of spending thirty fuckin’ years of our lives barely apart, basically all of our memories overlap. Guess whatever caused the dreams decided to— combine shit for simplicity or some shit, I don’t know.
[ She rolls her eyes. Luckily it didn’t make her relive his death with him, that’d have bothered her in a whole different way. ]
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he does raise an eyebrow when she describes the shared dreams -- he won't ask about it, because it seems like a shitty thing to ask, but he's going to assume that if they did have a shared dream about north's death that she wouldn't be able to talk about it quite so calmly. ]
I guess I'm glad my fucked up dreamscape was just my fucked up dreamscape.
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[ She honestly wonders if the only thing that saved her from reliving it with him is that York apparently didn’t interact with the dream he saw at all, just watched. Too stunned to even say anything. It was Carolina and Temple commenting on what they were watching that drew her and North back into reality. ]
Yeah, you should be. I mean, coulda been worse, but— super fucking weird, do not recommend.