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[distorting]

[He's sitting cross-legged on a bed in a room that isn't very well lit. The only light that's coming in is from a nearby window, but even then, the dark seems to be crowding the room. Tate seems to stand out from the dark, his blond, messy hair being the only thing that really makes him stand out in the first place.

There is a long quiet that feels awkward and almost wrong as he slowly gets up from the bed to look around the room. He looks familiar enough with it, like he's been there for his whole life, but there's something in his eyes that suggests a longing for something more. It's like nostalgia had taken over him completely. He looks perplexed for a moment, staring down at the bed sheets before looking up abruptly, straight at a memory, or perhaps someone who's not supposed to be in his dream at all. ]

I'm sick of being here.

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[distorting]

I don't think there are any rules that keep us here. It just is.

[Just like the damned house back at home, but at least things were more real there than they are here.]

[repudiate]

You know, 'just is' is something I really dislike. There's nothing more annoying than being caught up in something and just having to deal with it.

[ she could know. ]

I'm too sick of it by now to just stick around.

[distorting]

Well, what are you going to do about that?

[repudiate]

[ a shrug. ]

Did you try the door yet?

[distorting]

The door in this room? I know what's out there.

[repudiate]

Yeah, of course. There isn't any other door I'm supposed to know about, right?

So why don't you tell me what's out there, in that case? Can't be worse than such a dark stuffy room.

[distorting]

It's just a house.

[He frowns at her at the mention at 'stuffy'.]

Find out for yourself.

[repudiate]

That's why I'm saying it. If it's just a house beyond here, you could just leave, right?

[distorting]

Just because you can leave doesn't mean you're at home.

[repudiate]

... Huh? Being.. at home? [ She didn't realise that just yet, so she looks slightly surprised when he brings it up-- she was already half-headed for the door, but now she stops. ]

This is your home? Or not?

[distorting]

It used to be.

[Still is, technically. It's where he's lived ever since he died.]

[repudiate]

And.. would that be 'home' as in the sense of 'the place you live' or 'the place that feels like home'? Because it's often seperated enough like that when people talk about it.

[distorting]

What about your home?

[repudiate]

Don't have one. Haven't had one in a long time.

[ she says it fairly casually, shrugging, even though the sentiment under it isn't casual at all. ]

[distorting]

Do you miss it?

[He's doing this on purpose.]

[repudiate]

What use is there in longing for something that's gone?

[ almost saying it as if it's a battle of wits, since - ]

Do you miss yours, then?

[distorting]

You didn't answer my question.

[He's not letting her escape it, either.]

[repudiate]

Here I am, pouring out the story of my life to a complete stranger.. [ sigh. ]

Yeah, of course I miss it. Who wouldn't miss something they liked after they lose it?

[distorting]

[He can't help a small scoff at that.]

I don't know. Maybe you never liked it in the first place. It's sad, though. How that is. How come you miss it?

[repudiate]

It would be sad either way. I'd find people who never had anything to like pitiful as well, but it's pitiful all the same to have had something and then lost it. [ and she actually probably leans more to the side that wishes she just never had it, really. ]

And what is this becoming, some kind of interrogation? Everyone misses something they like once they don't have it anymore, right?

[distorting]

It's not an interrogation. I'm just making conversation.

[Besides, what good was this information to him, anyway?]

Most of the time.

[repudiate]

[ sob, she's just a slightly paranoid and deadpan person by nature.. ]

Right, we're stuck here, so might as well talk our heads off since we don't have anything else to do. Got it. [ a nod. ]

But.. if you say 'most of the time' too, then I assume it's something you're familiar with.

[distorting]

Of course it is. Everyone's familiar with a loss, right? Even if it's bad.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

If we go home, I doubt that anyone will remember anything.

[repudiate]

Why won't they remember? [ just going back to casually leaning now.. and not commenting on the first fact, since.. well, it's true, everyone is practically familiar with that kind of thing. ]

[distorting]

Why would they?

[Being here. It screamed 'amnesia' if they ever made it back.]