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preseance

（ christ, it's really him. gene lets out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, and then: ）

I don't rightly know. It's a lot to explain. I'm still working through it myself. Some kind of... alternate world? Universe? Christ, Jay, it's above my paygrade by a mile and then some. I figure anything out, you'll be the first to know.

I'm all right, though. Not hurt.

（ as all right as anyone can be trying to parse two sets of memories in his head. two lives. two selves. there are so many areas where nothing matches up. to say he's having a crisis of self is putting it damn near mildly. ）

From:

reneger

( yeah, sounds fake. he's not an expert of deciphering text but something about gene feels off. he puts that thought away for later, focuses on what he does have now instead. )

you sure?

From:

preseance

（ his answer doesn't come right away, not the way it usually does when he's talkin' to jason in this manner. then: ）

I'll rephrase.

I'm right as I can be given the circumstances, and to the rest — well, it ain't nothing I can afford the time to examine right now.

We can talk it out over a beer later, if you'd like.

（ he ain't resistant to tellin' jason. they've been honest with each other. but of all the things gene wants to discuss on the network in any detail, that's not so much one of them. ）

From:

preseance

But it really is good of you to sound off, Jason. I missed the Hell outta you.

Lord knows I wouldn't wish this place on anyone I cared about, but it's...

I'm glad you're back.

Edited (redundancy oop) Date: 2020-12-16 07:59 pm (UTC)

From:

reneger

yeah

i'll come find you when i've got my feet back on the ground

don't do anything stupid

From:

preseance

Wouldn't dream of it.

Apropos of nothing, though, I went home too a while. Spent about eight years back in Agathine.

You're gonna hate what it did to my hair.

（ he was already gettin' silver in it at twenty-four, now it's even more pronounced than it ever was. ）

From:

reneger

eight years?
oh gee
don't think we can hang out anymore, gene
you may just be too old for me

From:

preseance

It's the damndest thing. All I want to talk about is the economy, taxes, and getting my neighbor's pesky kids off my lawn.

A real shame.

From:

reneger

you want me to find some nice hair dye for all your grays?

From:

preseance

Would you, darling? I think I'd look pretty good with one of those neon dyes that's all the rage in New Amsterdam these days.

Maybe blue?

From:

reneger

i was just going to blend them in with the rest of your hair
but if you wanna go bold, who am i to stop you?

From:

preseance

Honestly, I don't really care all that much.

I think it makes me look distinguished.

Besides, I think most of them are on account of Belgium.

From:

reneger

so mature
will you dispense some of that old, greying wisdom down onto me, mister hicks?

From:

preseance

Only if you ask nicely.

And you've gotta call me Doc.

Them's the rules.

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reneger

i'll keep it under consideration

From:

preseance

Have you heard from your other folks yet?

From:

reneger

From:

preseance

So far as I'm aware, Loki's still here.

（ that'll be the important one, he reckons. ）

I don't know what he got up to in the Aerie, so I ain't much help there.

Roy's still here too and him I saw recently enough, but I don't know if he's still in the — alternate universe or if he's back yet.

Any other dance cards you want me to punch for you?

From:

reneger

have you heard from damian?

From:

preseance

（ they really only spoke once before jay died an' gene had to drag him back anyhow, but — lord knows they were close. gene starts to reply with just no, but then again. he didn't catch wind of damian in the aerie, an' a quick check of the network shows the i.d as being inactive.

which

jason might be able to tell himself, but it's also possible he doesn't want to look because he doesn't want to know.

ain't the first time he's told someone else somethin' hard. ）

I think he might be gone, Jay. Haven't heard hide nor hair of him in a couple months, and his ID's been deactivated. I'm sorry.

（ he doesn't even expect that jason will reply to him sayin' that, but it's fine — they'll catch up later. ）

From:

reneger

fuck

( it's an answer more because he just wants--gene to give him something back. something to take his mind off the fact he lost the one goddamn person he swore he'd never leave. damian needed something sturdy to hold onto, and jason tried to be his rock.

and look where it left him. look what he did. he fucked off, he disappeared, and damian's gone. )

From:

preseance

（ he hears it. much as anyone can. takes a deep breath. he doesn't know if he has it in him right now, frankly. there's too much goin' on in his head that he can only just parse. he feels a little like he did when he got reggie's memories of those awful weeks in france — trying to find himself beneath the goddamn rubble of it all.

but he cares about jason enough to try. he pinches the bridge of his nose, an' takes another long draught of the beer he's been nursin' since he woke up. ）

I'm lookin' after a boy now back home. His name's Jack. I told you about Alex, yeah? His kid. He's an artist. Rolled up into some trouble with a greaser gang up north, Alex dropped him on my doorstep almost a year back.

I think you'd like him. Punk kid and all.

From:

reneger

( he's angry. at himself, at this world, at jimmy specifically. at everything. but jason--takes a few deep breaths. tampers it down a bit. )

you've got a kid of your own now?
you're really growing into those greys