[ at first, when he'd come to, david had made the logical assumption: it was one hell of a weird fucking dream. he must've gotten jumped or passed out drunk after making a tit of himself at the airport, he's laying on the damp grass in the same park he'd walked to after, except. it didn't feel that recent. it felt years passed. like the more he tried to piece together why he was there, the more space filled in the gaps. ]
[ the whole fucking year after was just picking up the scraps of his life while trying to figure out what to do with his memories of the fog. people asked where he'd been and he told them not to worry about it, and even the rare subset who cared tried not to push because they could see the way he'd changed. harrowed was the word rik liked to use. but he went back to his old work, back to his old flat, and the more dead social media accounts he found with familiar names, the better he got at wearing a costume of his old self. ]
[ so, needless to say, when he gets a call that there's "some beardy american" looking for him, jeff is literally the last person he expects when he comes in and greets the bartender with a broad "who's the poor sod lookin' to scrap then?" ]
[ it stops him in his tracks when they point him in jeff's direction and david sees his face. christ, he missed that face. over a year and david still thinks about him more than anyone else. his eyes start to sting and he takes a deep breath before he walks on over and forces a grin onto his face. ]
They told me it was an American looking for me.
[ he's doing his best to tone his accent back down for jeff's benefit, but it's been a long time since he had to do that either. it doesn't come naturally anymore. ]
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[ the whole fucking year after was just picking up the scraps of his life while trying to figure out what to do with his memories of the fog. people asked where he'd been and he told them not to worry about it, and even the rare subset who cared tried not to push because they could see the way he'd changed. harrowed was the word rik liked to use. but he went back to his old work, back to his old flat, and the more dead social media accounts he found with familiar names, the better he got at wearing a costume of his old self. ]
[ so, needless to say, when he gets a call that there's "some beardy american" looking for him, jeff is literally the last person he expects when he comes in and greets the bartender with a broad "who's the poor sod lookin' to scrap then?" ]
[ it stops him in his tracks when they point him in jeff's direction and david sees his face. christ, he missed that face. over a year and david still thinks about him more than anyone else. his eyes start to sting and he takes a deep breath before he walks on over and forces a grin onto his face. ]
They told me it was an American looking for me.
[ he's doing his best to tone his accent back down for jeff's benefit, but it's been a long time since he had to do that either. it doesn't come naturally anymore. ]