[ Armin at least believes him, which makes it a little easier. Armin not believing him would be too much; he'd be left questioning reality more than he already is, and no one wins when that happens. ]
What the fuck…
[ That's all he can manage for a moment, still trying to reassure himself that his memories are correct, that he really did see Armin just the other day.
They'd kissed that time at the party, something he has just adamantly refused to deal with in any meaningful way. That's typical; he doesn't like to deal with emotional things these days. He has slowly admitted to himself that he can't just pretend to not have emotions anymore. No one will buy that act now, and it's not really necessary; old habits, though. ]
I guess it must be some trick this place is playing on us. No idea how that's possible.
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What the fuck…
[ That's all he can manage for a moment, still trying to reassure himself that his memories are correct, that he really did see Armin just the other day.
They'd kissed that time at the party, something he has just adamantly refused to deal with in any meaningful way. That's typical; he doesn't like to deal with emotional things these days. He has slowly admitted to himself that he can't just pretend to not have emotions anymore. No one will buy that act now, and it's not really necessary; old habits, though. ]
I guess it must be some trick this place is playing on us. No idea how that's possible.