[Mike wants to believe it, so he tries. He pictures all the other shit Deerington's done to his mind and to his body - stolen memories, false memories, those six weeks of being a ghost - and tries to absolve himself, to picture this as just another violation.
A shadow passes along the bottom of the door. He doesn't even bother to ask Will if he can see it.]
Would you tell me if you did?
[It's not serious, or at least not entirely. He even gives the faintest edge of a smile.]
[Will catches the smile, returns it with a faint one of his own and lets his hand walk over to touch the back of Mike's, lightly, knuckles to knuckles.] If you were, I'd be too, remember?
[Crazy together, that's the promise. Then and now and always.] So I probably wouldn't know.
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Date: 2020-09-16 09:06 pm (UTC)A shadow passes along the bottom of the door. He doesn't even bother to ask Will if he can see it.]
Would you tell me if you did?
[It's not serious, or at least not entirely. He even gives the faintest edge of a smile.]
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Date: 2020-09-17 09:42 pm (UTC)[Crazy together, that's the promise. Then and now and always.] So I probably wouldn't know.
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Date: 2020-09-18 12:19 am (UTC)Maybe we're hallucinating each other.
[That... makes no sense, but he's barely slept in like a week. Cut him some slack.]