[Watching her move up onto the counter, he has to wonder if she'd be so earnest if she knew the slightest thing about his past. So many times he felt he'd deceived his teammates, for becoming someone different to what was exposed through his memories. Would he have earned any of those friendships, had he started as his real self?
Who even was that, anymore.
He tips the bowl onto the powered-down table, leaving the lump of dough there.]
no subject
Who even was that, anymore.
He tips the bowl onto the powered-down table, leaving the lump of dough there.]
Well, feel free to ask me questions.