[he acknowledges her, at least! but he doesn't so much as glance up, and the emotionshare is... well. not there. he's doing the feelings equivalent of bluescreening.]
Yes. We're from-- different timelines, he says. They both remember things that couldn't have happened, and... the things that have happened at home for me couldn't have happened for them.
[Actually, that slots something else into place. Astarion had made odd commentary about his friends too. What they might and might not know about him. Maybe even showing up with your pals isn't a guarantee you're not alone.]
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[he acknowledges her, at least! but he doesn't so much as glance up, and the emotionshare is... well. not there. he's doing the feelings equivalent of bluescreening.]
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She moves in closer. He can likely smell the booze on her breath as she smooths an arm over his back, taking a seat at his side.]
It's a bad week.
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[he leans against her reflexively when she sits next to him.]
Tomorrow will be worse.
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I know.
[She goes quiet a moment.]
You knew Famine well. Didn't you.
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[Then how was he a part of the cult? Did he go missing before Mathis and Lucas? Did he have a hand in their arriving here?
All these questions which are ICly very daunting and valid but OOCly are bullshit and lead to nowhere...whoa]
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[Actually, that slots something else into place. Astarion had made odd commentary about his friends too. What they might and might not know about him. Maybe even showing up with your pals isn't a guarantee you're not alone.]
But you were friends. Or friendly, at least.