I thought... [not able to stand looking at himself in the mirror any longer, his eyes cast down into the sink again.] I thought everything he said, in the texts... I thought it was all Tim...being Tim.
[it's hard to swallow; his throat is tight.]
What was important was that...you've been better, and he found out why, and I-- We've been so worried about you, so... I just. I want to help. If I can.
But then I touched...him, and--
[Martin looks at his left hand, and for the first time sees that not only is it cold, it's partially transparent like frosted glass. he lets out a strangled yelp and stumbles backwards, holding his hand farther away from himself.]
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Date: 2020-07-30 11:03 pm (UTC)[it's hard to swallow; his throat is tight.]
What was important was that...you've been better, and he found out why, and I-- We've been so worried about you, so... I just. I want to help. If I can.
But then I touched...him, and--
[Martin looks at his left hand, and for the first time sees that not only is it cold, it's partially transparent like frosted glass. he lets out a strangled yelp and stumbles backwards, holding his hand farther away from himself.]
What the fuck?!