[He's trying not to think about it (failing at not thinking about it) - the last time he saw him, really saw him. Not his armor, skinned in turquoise. Not a recollection made manifest, a shape that he couldn't save from drowning because C.T. was right there and she was drowning, had drowned. Not the Meta, and every word he could interpret too well with an ease that was just a few degrees away from how he could read him so effortlessly.]
[It's hard to remember.]
[But the body language is all him. Yeah. Obviously.]
[He's trying not to do something that would sound - unhinged, like laughter, even if that's the bizarre urge that wells up inside him like a fresh cut and he's trying not to lose what is left of the sanity he nominally has.]
that tag came for my soul and im Mad about it
[It's hard to remember.]
[But the body language is all him. Yeah. Obviously.]
[He's trying not to do something that would sound - unhinged, like laughter, even if that's the bizarre urge that wells up inside him like a fresh cut and he's trying not to lose what is left of the sanity he nominally has.]
You, uh...you just get here?