[ he laughs, a little, at that, because he can't really help it, and lets himself sink into the warmth of his jacket around his shoulders. it's familiar, it smells like whiskey and cigarettes, and he loses himself in it for a moment, shrugging into it a little further.
lin's been gone. the paradox of these two things occurring at once, the jacket and the reminder. he'll take the distraction of this conversation, because at least the hurt is more familiar. ]
It followed the course of what's been done. It's... things are so different now, Lin. I wish you could see it.
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[ he laughs, a little, at that, because he can't really help it, and lets himself sink into the warmth of his jacket around his shoulders. it's familiar, it smells like whiskey and cigarettes, and he loses himself in it for a moment, shrugging into it a little further.
lin's been gone. the paradox of these two things occurring at once, the jacket and the reminder. he'll take the distraction of this conversation, because at least the hurt is more familiar. ]
It followed the course of what's been done. It's... things are so different now, Lin. I wish you could see it.