So the guy's got a thing for woods. That's fine. That's great. Tim's very happy for him.
The back of his neck prickles.
"Tim," he says shortly. He's not really sure what the hell kind of a name Yuri is, but he's also not in the market to ask when one of the nicer people he's met since ending up here is called Daine.
'Here' also reminds him of something. Reminds him -
"It's a dream," he says. "In case you, I don't know. Hadn't figured it out."
There are probably way more polite ways to phrase that. Tim doesn't know. He's run out of brain space to concentrate on that in any way at the moment, a little overly preoccupied with the disturbingly verdant backdrop and the painful, iron knot of his fist.
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The back of his neck prickles.
"Tim," he says shortly. He's not really sure what the hell kind of a name Yuri is, but he's also not in the market to ask when one of the nicer people he's met since ending up here is called Daine.
'Here' also reminds him of something. Reminds him -
"It's a dream," he says. "In case you, I don't know. Hadn't figured it out."
There are probably way more polite ways to phrase that. Tim doesn't know. He's run out of brain space to concentrate on that in any way at the moment, a little overly preoccupied with the disturbingly verdant backdrop and the painful, iron knot of his fist.