[ he looks as incredulous as he sounds. it isn't intentional, yet he can't really help it. ]
What is that supposed to mean? [ he folds his arms across his chest, his lips twisting up in a disbelieving smile. ] You're suddenly you now? The one from New Amsterdam? Is that what you're trying to tell me? After months of having not a single fucking clue who I am, you suddenly remember me because whatever the fuck is going on out there [ he jabs his finger towards the entrance to the workshop. ] has, what? miraculously blended the two of you together? Do you know how absolutely insane that sounds, Doctor?
[ given the amount of crazy shit that has happened in his life up to this point, the possibility is real and he knows it.
—but all the walls and defense mechanisms he have built up this past year alone from coping with another complete overhaul in his life after involuntarily falling off of the wagon has cumulated in an unsurprising display of anger and bewilderment and, less evidently, something very closely resembling relief. all wrapped up in outrage laced with ample amounts of sarcasm, of course. he wants nothing more for this possibility to be true, but acknowledging this want carries too much risks.
he needs more concrete proof that this isn't the universe playing a cruel joke on him because that possibility is real too. ]
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[ he looks as incredulous as he sounds. it isn't intentional, yet he can't really help it. ]
What is that supposed to mean? [ he folds his arms across his chest, his lips twisting up in a disbelieving smile. ] You're suddenly you now? The one from New Amsterdam? Is that what you're trying to tell me? After months of having not a single fucking clue who I am, you suddenly remember me because whatever the fuck is going on out there [ he jabs his finger towards the entrance to the workshop. ] has, what? miraculously blended the two of you together? Do you know how absolutely insane that sounds, Doctor?
[ given the amount of crazy shit that has happened in his life up to this point, the possibility is real and he knows it.
—but all the walls and defense mechanisms he have built up this past year alone from coping with another complete overhaul in his life after involuntarily falling off of the wagon has cumulated in an unsurprising display of anger and bewilderment and, less evidently, something very closely resembling relief. all wrapped up in outrage laced with ample amounts of sarcasm, of course. he wants nothing more for this possibility to be true, but acknowledging this want carries too much risks.
he needs more concrete proof that this isn't the universe playing a cruel joke on him because that possibility is real too. ]