[ It's strange to talk with someone who knows him so well, or at a strange, alternative version of himself. Because sometimes it's a struggle to explain why he does things or catches certain patterns but not others, and somehow Drake seems to know without having to be told anything at all. In some ways that's a comfort, since Drake already knows how to move around him, not to come up on his blindspot and shit like that, but it makes Ephemera feel off balance in others. Unsure of where he ought to stand. He wonders how he measures up to the friend Drake talks about.
Two years. They met at gunpoint. Not for the first time, he wonders how it ended.
Ephemera shivers again. But he takes the plate, and the fork, and he holds his ground. ]
You have?
[ He doesn't mean it to sound so nakedly hopeful. ]
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Two years. They met at gunpoint. Not for the first time, he wonders how it ended.
Ephemera shivers again. But he takes the plate, and the fork, and he holds his ground. ]
You have?
[ He doesn't mean it to sound so nakedly hopeful. ]