[... Yeah, he remembers. To be fair, his memories of those first few weeks are murky--he'd seen too much, too soon. Some of the faces he'd encountered came back to him easier than others--Bela with the green eyes, Jo with the blonde hair, and this guy. Hard to forget someone who had your brother's face but who apparently wasn't just a product of a bad Hell trip.]
Dean.
[Adam supplies the answer without pause. If Dean's been throwing his weight around this place like Adam thinks he has, then he can guess the name might mean something to this guy. You don't usually fail to notice someone who looks exactly like you, either.]
[Different worlds? He sidesteps Tom's bed, raking the other with his eyes. The injuries, he takes in in silence.
How much disbelief can he really cling to? He'd just seen a dragon not long ago. Adam doesn't really want to know how all of this is possible, either, because he doubts he'd enjoy or appreciate the explanation. Whatever his mistakes, Dean had been right about one thing: all that's left for Adam to do is accept reality, not drive himself deeper into a mental sinkhole by trying to understand things that are beyond understanding. Right now, Tom just is. And he's asking him a question.
Adam breaks his gaze, looking to the side. A friend? If only it were that simple.]
We had one or two things in common back... before. Before whatever this place is.
[He turns his attention to the cabinets so he doesn't have to look at Tom.]
I don't really remember what happened that time in the hall. If I said anything weird, forget it. I didn't know what I was doing.
[Adam doesn't bother saying more on the subject of his wandering around in the halls, or Tom wearing somebody else's face. If Tom's going to let him off the hook, then he doesn't have to circle around the deep-seated knowledge of just how he's connected to Dean and why the sight of Tom had offended him.
He hesitates before opening one of the drug cabinets, but poking around without permission is another thing it seems no one is around to question him on. Looking isn't stealing, anyway.
But how long has he been in Wonderland? The question keeps him from focusing on the labels on the bottles, and again, he hesitates.]
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Date: 2013-12-11 06:10 am (UTC)Dean.
[Adam supplies the answer without pause. If Dean's been throwing his weight around this place like Adam thinks he has, then he can guess the name might mean something to this guy. You don't usually fail to notice someone who looks exactly like you, either.]
But you're not him.
[Or so people keep telling me.]
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Date: 2013-12-12 11:48 pm (UTC)No. I'm not. Different worlds, same face. We haven't figured out why.
Not sure I wanna know to be honest.
[A pause.]
Is he a friend of yours?
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Date: 2013-12-14 07:08 am (UTC)How much disbelief can he really cling to? He'd just seen a dragon not long ago. Adam doesn't really want to know how all of this is possible, either, because he doubts he'd enjoy or appreciate the explanation. Whatever his mistakes, Dean had been right about one thing: all that's left for Adam to do is accept reality, not drive himself deeper into a mental sinkhole by trying to understand things that are beyond understanding. Right now, Tom just is. And he's asking him a question.
Adam breaks his gaze, looking to the side. A friend? If only it were that simple.]
We had one or two things in common back... before. Before whatever this place is.
[He turns his attention to the cabinets so he doesn't have to look at Tom.]
I don't really remember what happened that time in the hall. If I said anything weird, forget it. I didn't know what I was doing.
[As if he does now?]
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Date: 2013-12-20 01:20 am (UTC)Hey, don't worry about it. We've all said some weird shit.
[All seen some weird shit, all survived some weird shit. It was starting to be pretty normal. And none of them really knew what they were doing.
Tom guesses Adam is still pretty new. He just needs some time to get his head on straight.]
How long have you been here?
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Date: 2013-12-21 06:11 pm (UTC)He hesitates before opening one of the drug cabinets, but poking around without permission is another thing it seems no one is around to question him on. Looking isn't stealing, anyway.
But how long has he been in Wonderland? The question keeps him from focusing on the labels on the bottles, and again, he hesitates.]
Some time before that. Not sure.