[He almost lets an anecdote slip out, something dumb and tangential like, remember when York called Maine an abominable snow-Maine and got shoved in a locker, but the dissonance between his memories of Freelancer and what it turned everyone into arrests him. That, and the fact that he no longer knows for certain if those memories actually happened.]
[Was it York? Did he imagine it? Did he picture that right, at all?]
[He diverts. Focus, Washington. You're allowing a nice fucking thing to happen, so...let it.]
I have no idea what we'd have to do to make that happen, for the record.
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[He almost lets an anecdote slip out, something dumb and tangential like, remember when York called Maine an abominable snow-Maine and got shoved in a locker, but the dissonance between his memories of Freelancer and what it turned everyone into arrests him. That, and the fact that he no longer knows for certain if those memories actually happened.]
[Was it York? Did he imagine it? Did he picture that right, at all?]
[He diverts. Focus, Washington. You're allowing a nice fucking thing to happen, so...let it.]
I have no idea what we'd have to do to make that happen, for the record.