[He stumbles into a stop, hands still in his pockets, standing a little hunched, his eyebrows going up at the mention of changing. Is that-- does that--
... It means what he thinks it means, doesn't it? Great. Bloody amazing. Someone remind him how this is his life, again. (Or second life, but, you know.)]
Changing. [He says, flatly.] As in... how you are, now? Cause I'm guessing you weren't like that, before.
[The next set of words are a lot more difficult to force out, the truth of it getting stuck on his throat on the way out, even as he shakes his head minutely, staring at the ground instead of Noel.] It's gonna happen to me too, isn't it? If I stay. That's what you meant by scaring me.
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... It means what he thinks it means, doesn't it? Great. Bloody amazing. Someone remind him how this is his life, again. (Or second life, but, you know.)]
Changing. [He says, flatly.] As in... how you are, now? Cause I'm guessing you weren't like that, before.
[The next set of words are a lot more difficult to force out, the truth of it getting stuck on his throat on the way out, even as he shakes his head minutely, staring at the ground instead of Noel.] It's gonna happen to me too, isn't it? If I stay. That's what you meant by scaring me.