[His breath catches and it could almost have been a laugh, though he follows it with deep breaths. He reaches down to run his fingers through the droplets of blood, smearing them like paint across the floor. His hand alternates between throbbing with pain and feeling nothing; he wraps the rag around it again and sighs.]
Yeah. That'd be cool. Would... would Alex come? Odin too, maybe?
[This conversation feels so distant. Like someone else is talking for him and he just gets to sit back and listen to his own autopilot.]
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[he runs his hand through his hair]
And then she took me ice skating the next day again. It was fun. We should go sometime, while it's cold...
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Yeah. That'd be cool. Would... would Alex come? Odin too, maybe?
[This conversation feels so distant. Like someone else is talking for him and he just gets to sit back and listen to his own autopilot.]