[His is vaguely aware of the sounds of people... of his family talking around him. He can't focus on what they're saying exactly, his ears are still desperately trying to catch the telltale sound of radio static to tell him that Alastor was still there. That he was always going to be there now, that he'd opened some stupid fucking door and trapped them with him forever.
But there's no Alastor. Just the weird icy cold blackness coming at him and he wonders briefly if he's just died again. That'd about track for everything right now. He closes his eyes, just... accepting it.
And then he's not in the dark coldness. He's in the warm, nicely lit space of their home, and he's sitting on their couch- soft and comfortable after the cold metallic surfaces of the ship. He frowns, running his hand over the couch, testing it out to see if it was real, one eye opening to peer around. He focuses on Jinwoo, that hand reaching out to poke him in the arm. ]
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But there's no Alastor. Just the weird icy cold blackness coming at him and he wonders briefly if he's just died again. That'd about track for everything right now. He closes his eyes, just... accepting it.
And then he's not in the dark coldness. He's in the warm, nicely lit space of their home, and he's sitting on their couch- soft and comfortable after the cold metallic surfaces of the ship. He frowns, running his hand over the couch, testing it out to see if it was real, one eye opening to peer around. He focuses on Jinwoo, that hand reaching out to poke him in the arm. ]
You real?