[ There’s something so blatantly absurd about the moment that it takes Carver a moment to really process it. He snaps the whip one last time, tugging it back and coiling it up over his arm. There’s a tall man standing there, his foot seemingly stuck in the wall.
Why, Carver wonders distantly, is everyone he meets here so goddamn attractive?
He twitches. The man is still there. It doesn’t make much sense, does it? ]
You were at the basecamp, [ Carver says slowly. They didn’t speak. He doesn’t know this man’s name—if he’s even real. ]
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Why, Carver wonders distantly, is everyone he meets here so goddamn attractive?
He twitches. The man is still there. It doesn’t make much sense, does it? ]
You were at the basecamp, [ Carver says slowly. They didn’t speak. He doesn’t know this man’s name—if he’s even real. ]