[Home? Blade wonders if he means where Dan Heng is staying—which would be a great surprise—or the condo that's a direct mirror into Blade's own subconscious. The question is on his face, open and readable, when Dan Heng looks up at him again.
... The touch to his wrist is also a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Blade doesn't pull away.]
Uh... [a little breath] Okay.
[For once, he doesn't fight. He just... lets himself be led. He's not all here, and both of them realize that. If he closes his eyes long enough he can see the gangly, zombie-like creatures squirming in the darkness of his peripheral vision. He doesn't like that.]
... What time is it? [He's waking up slowly from this nightmare.] You really drove out here when it's this late?
[It has to be late, right? Even the coffee stand is closed.]
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... The touch to his wrist is also a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Blade doesn't pull away.]
Uh... [a little breath] Okay.
[For once, he doesn't fight. He just... lets himself be led. He's not all here, and both of them realize that. If he closes his eyes long enough he can see the gangly, zombie-like creatures squirming in the darkness of his peripheral vision. He doesn't like that.]
... What time is it? [He's waking up slowly from this nightmare.] You really drove out here when it's this late?
[It has to be late, right? Even the coffee stand is closed.]