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WHAT Everywhere you look, everywhere you go
WHERE There's a heart (there's a heart), a hand to hold onto
WHEN Day 8, afternoon

[Hey kids, time is passing. It's a work day afternoon! Do we have a concept of weekends here, or is every day a work day? That's way better for the capitalist running dogs. Nothing ever closes, and yet, strangely vital things seem to be inaccessible any time you find yourself off work?]

[Where do you find yourself on this Fine and Normal day?]

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[stiffly] Thank you. I'm not— I've adjusted tolerably, by now; it's only small things.

I've had to roll with changes like that a lot over the years. Believe me, everyone always find something to do quote-unquote wrong.

I wouldn't think you'd be old enough to have experienced too many similar changes, by looking at you...

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Well, looks can be deceiving, no?

[...deciding not to pry] Often.

I'm terribly sorry. I don't believe I've introduced myself.

And neither have I.

I'm Tristan.

[loosens up a little finally, sort of put more at ease by introductions]

It's a pleasure to meet you. Properly, I mean.

Yeah.

[a little awkward, there. but he's just going to go start picking out clothes]

[trailing behind, a little awkward in turn and sort of thoughtful]

I'm sorry, but... are you uncomfortable at all?

What—?

[he sighs a little, glancing over]

[grimacing slightly and then neutral]

Nothing at all. I didn't mean anything by asking.

. . .

[he seems to consider for a long, long moment]

I've met "you" before in another world. We're friends. So I was just figuring out how to navigate that. But I don't like lying.

[ggggoes a shade paler

carefully] I'm afraid I don't understand. Do you mean I've forgotten...?

I wouldn't say that, necessarily. And just so you know, this isn't just relegated to you. It's happened to me personally, and also a lot of people I've met in various situations. It seems to be a side-effect of sorts of multiple universes.

[once he sort of processes that idea. very measured]

...I'm very sorry to hear that. It must be painful, on occasion. I'm sorry to have put you in the position of explaining this, as well.

It's . . . fine. Like I said, it's not the first time.

It doesn't sound like anything that improves with repetition.

[failing to come up with a delicate lead up to] Should I leave you alone?

No, not at all. I like your company.

I'd very much like to keep your acquaintance, but it's possible I may not be what you expect.

That's okay. I feel like I'm the one that needs to be asking for your understanding, in this situation.

How much do you know about me? About this other person. You said we were friends?

[picks out a shirt and holds it up to Vincent. it's a deep blue-purple, with a soft fabric and a relaxed collar]

We were close.

[holding it up to size it against himself, admiring the color. also to have something to do to avoid eye contact, let's be real]

I don't...

This seems nice. Thank you.

We were lovers. Do you want to go try that on? I can pick out a few more.

[pppause

DEAD LEVEL:] Momentarily, yes. A little more attention to this topic first, if you please. Are you being euphemistic?