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A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION


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Comments

[gruffed]

( Joel doesn't exactly give a verbal answer to that, but he looks down for a moment. It's easier, yeah. Easier not to have something you worry about, care about, something you're terrified to lose. Easier not to have anyone relying on you.

It's empty, though. Opens up some black hole inside you; maybe it's only a matter of time before you get eaten up from the inside out.

—But of course, he's not one to talk too much about shit like that, already a little uncomfortable by what he's said already. He shifts, frowning. )

Used to. Not so much anymore. 'Course, where I'm from, people lose touch a lot. It happens.

World ended twenty years ago. Can't exactly call folks up on a cell phone and say hey, anymore.

[ofthegiftshop]

The world -- what, ended? Just like that? [And maybe Steven would be less inclined to believe the small bombshell Joel's just casually dropped on him if he hadn't already seen news coverage of an actual alien invasion attacking New York and if a literal Norse god wasn't already a celebrity.

Why shouldn't he and Joel come from two separate worlds?] But that sounds horrible. I know getting a signal on your phone probably doesn't rank high on the list of priorities during an apocalypse but, honestly, I wouldn't cope. [How would he talk to his mum?]

[But then he turns his earnest attention of Joel.] How do you cope? I mean -- Sorry, maybe it's none of my business, but are you okay?

[He can't be, right? He's probably seen and done things that're completely fucked up but Steven can't help but be concerned.]

[gruffed]

Some... infection thing. Fungal. Like something out of a horror movie. ( It still feels surreal, sometimes. Most of the time. You get used to it, he's used to it, but then there are the days he wakes up and has to remind himself all over again that everything he ever knew is gone.

The question catches him off-guard a little, again; he's falling to silence, just watching the other man. It's not the kind of question he's often asked, and one he'd usually shirk from, and one he has no idea how to respond to at all. He's giving a gruff laugh, the only thing he knows to do. )

Lots of alcohol. When you can find it. Hard to get anything worth a damn, anymore.

( He's aware he hasn't answered the "are you okay" part of that yet, but he's asking the other man questions instead, now. Deflecting for sure, but he's also genuinely curious— )

Guessing your world's not like that. You from Earth? ( Look, you never know.... )