( It's been months, he says, and Jack — midway through wondering whether or not this is a hugging moment and, if so, if he should be the one to initiate — falters in his thoughts, brow furrowing. That's... not right, something about that math doesn't add up. )
No, it's... I mean, yeah, it's been months. Like, a lot of months. Like- more than months? I don't... really have the best grasp of time, but I think it's been like a year?
( Maybe that's a little too strict of an estimate. It could have been anywhere from nine to eighteen months, according to Jack's mental timeline — but either way, both of those numbers are much higher than the roughly six months' worth of Abraxas time that he's been gone. He hasn't yet realized that the passage of it isn't 1:1. )
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No, it's... I mean, yeah, it's been months. Like, a lot of months. Like- more than months? I don't... really have the best grasp of time, but I think it's been like a year?
( Maybe that's a little too strict of an estimate. It could have been anywhere from nine to eighteen months, according to Jack's mental timeline — but either way, both of those numbers are much higher than the roughly six months' worth of Abraxas time that he's been gone. He hasn't yet realized that the passage of it isn't 1:1. )