[Rean's voice is his anchor now, keeping him tethered to his real memories in this life, and not sinking into the quicksand of his other life's. There's no words that really describe his gratitude for that, but he hopes Rean realizes just how much that means to him.
One day he'll tell Rean seriously, or coherently. But now it'd have to wait.
And as badly as he wants to tell Rean what's going on, it's probably for the best he gets to the apartment first.
His hand fumbles in his pocket, pulling out his keys and looping his fingers through the ring so he doesn't drop them. One foot in front of the other as the familiar sidewalk gives way to the door, letting him flash his card and make their way into the complex, internal relief as he starts to recognize carpet.
He's at least able to hit the elevator button for his floor, knocking it with his knuckles before slumping against the wall of it, out of breath from both the subsiding pain and the physical exertion.]
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One day he'll tell Rean seriously, or coherently. But now it'd have to wait.
And as badly as he wants to tell Rean what's going on, it's probably for the best he gets to the apartment first.
His hand fumbles in his pocket, pulling out his keys and looping his fingers through the ring so he doesn't drop them. One foot in front of the other as the familiar sidewalk gives way to the door, letting him flash his card and make their way into the complex, internal relief as he starts to recognize carpet.
He's at least able to hit the elevator button for his floor, knocking it with his knuckles before slumping against the wall of it, out of breath from both the subsiding pain and the physical exertion.]