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[ He did that.

To himself, his past self, who had always been lonely, sure but, hadn't been Lonely until Peter Lukas had walked in that first time, giving him the slightest hint of what was to come. To Tim now, as the patch that Martin clings to freezes first, then fades to a dull grey.

Martin steps back with a cry of horror, mercifully catching himself on a chair rather than falling to the ground again. There he breathes in raggedly and chokes back multiple emotions, all of them miserable.

(He'd been so sure he was human - so sure he was just cursed and miserable, but ultimately harmless. A quiet little presence that struggled with the automatic teller at Tesco, and left cash on the counter at his favourite café when he couldn't convince the waitress to give him a cuppa. What a pleasant lie that was.) ]

I - I didn't mean to -