The shift in reality as he knows it is wild. Blake feels for a moment like the whole world is tilting and that at any second he might lose an already scrabbling grip and tumble right off the side, straight into the void. He's rarely so wrong but his expectations and the conditions of his career (read: life) are formed around the known — the well-known. The unknown is an incredibly uncomfortable place — something he (like everyone else here) hadn't bargained for, but also tease at effectively removing the fangs that make him such a dangerous detective.
He takes a very slow breath in and releases it even more slowly. And then he's twisting inward, knees knocking Dean's as he flattens the paper on seat in the space he'd made between them and begins writing with a blunt half-pencil (no eraser).
Messy shorthand notes. Dean - Kansas, Earth – 2014... He writes the ellipsis, too and his hand stills momentarily after. That's two years into his future. (Is it any more or less ridiculous than the rest he's being fed?) He keeps going but flips to s different page. It's already got a Free Cities header, a Cadens subhead. At the top, he begins in full capitals: A B R A X—
A grove in the seat catches the paper and pencil tip just so and the top snaps clean off. Dammit.
"Borrow your knife?" Never mind the acknowledgement, the nice to meet you. A disappointing tunneled vision. It overcomes Blake and his eyes ping to meet Dean's before he even realizes he's holding his hand out expectantly. He licks his lips, swallows, blinks twice. "Please."
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He takes a very slow breath in and releases it even more slowly. And then he's twisting inward, knees knocking Dean's as he flattens the paper on seat in the space he'd made between them and begins writing with a blunt half-pencil (no eraser).
Messy shorthand notes. Dean - Kansas, Earth – 2014... He writes the ellipsis, too and his hand stills momentarily after. That's two years into his future. (Is it any more or less ridiculous than the rest he's being fed?) He keeps going but flips to s different page. It's already got a Free Cities header, a Cadens subhead. At the top, he begins in full capitals: A B R A X—
A grove in the seat catches the paper and pencil tip just so and the top snaps clean off. Dammit.
"Borrow your knife?" Never mind the acknowledgement, the nice to meet you. A disappointing tunneled vision. It overcomes Blake and his eyes ping to meet Dean's before he even realizes he's holding his hand out expectantly. He licks his lips, swallows, blinks twice. "Please."