[ Someone's talking to him. That's...that's nice, at least. It's good to hear a voice that isn't his own. Even better to have someone touch him. But he's let the loneliness curse fester enough that he's lost himself to it and will need more to come back to reality. ]
Why'd you leave me, John? [ He lets the other man push his hands back. Terry's a good pet, he does what he's told when the right person is in charge. But he has no conception of personal space right now (even less than he usually does) and thus he still lingers as close as he can. ] Thirty years...we could have been together.
[ His eyes are glassy and distant, trying to find someone who is a whole universe away. ]
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Why'd you leave me, John? [ He lets the other man push his hands back. Terry's a good pet, he does what he's told when the right person is in charge. But he has no conception of personal space right now (even less than he usually does) and thus he still lingers as close as he can. ] Thirty years...we could have been together.
[ His eyes are glassy and distant, trying to find someone who is a whole universe away. ]