[ Wow, okay, that voice is familiar. A little off, but not in a way Matt can put his finger on, at least not immediately. It sounds like Foggy-- but you know, cancerless Foggy. How did he not realize Foggy was here? How'd Foggy slip under his radar? ]
We decided it'd be the best way, remember? The Sons of the Serpent, they... I had to keep you safe, it was the only way-- Wait, wait.God, I'd really like to stop broadcasting my thoughts for a second. Think, Matt. Why didn't I pick up on Foggy? With the chemo, I could smell him from half a dozen blocks away, unless...
...You're not sick.
[ He shouldn't be this happy about it. It's wrong, it means this isn't his Foggy, but knowing there's some universe out there where Foggy isn't battling cancer is such a relief that happiness springs from Matt like a wave, like he's come home and everything is fine. He takes a 'look' around him, radar pinging on his immediate surroundings. He couldn't tell you what street he's on, but he's starting to recognize the shapes. ]
I'm at the square, by the library. I'll find you. [ It's kind of exciting. Horrifying, maybe, but in terms of surprises this is finally a good one. ] Do you still use that flowery shampoo? No, I guess you wouldn't. What do you smell like, Foggy? Has your Matt ever told you?
[ THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS, MATT, YOU ARE IN NO WAY HELPING. ]
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[ Wow, okay, that voice is familiar. A little off, but not in a way Matt can put his finger on, at least not immediately. It sounds like Foggy-- but you know, cancerless Foggy. How did he not realize Foggy was here? How'd Foggy slip under his radar? ]
We decided it'd be the best way, remember? The Sons of the Serpent, they... I had to keep you safe, it was the only way-- Wait, wait. God, I'd really like to stop broadcasting my thoughts for a second. Think, Matt. Why didn't I pick up on Foggy? With the chemo, I could smell him from half a dozen blocks away, unless...
...You're not sick.
[ He shouldn't be this happy about it. It's wrong, it means this isn't his Foggy, but knowing there's some universe out there where Foggy isn't battling cancer is such a relief that happiness springs from Matt like a wave, like he's come home and everything is fine. He takes a 'look' around him, radar pinging on his immediate surroundings. He couldn't tell you what street he's on, but he's starting to recognize the shapes. ]
I'm at the square, by the library. I'll find you. [ It's kind of exciting. Horrifying, maybe, but in terms of surprises this is finally a good one. ] Do you still use that flowery shampoo? No, I guess you wouldn't. What do you smell like, Foggy? Has your Matt ever told you?
[ THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS, MATT, YOU ARE IN NO WAY HELPING. ]