[ Wash still remembers what teleport feels like, and braces himself for it. He doesn't get sick, but there's also no recognition in his eyes when he opens them and glances around the apartment. Their apartment. It's disappointing -- not the place, the fact that seeing it doesn't trigger anything. His shoulders droop a little and he lets his arms fall from around Kyna so he can step back and explore a little.
It feels lived in, but he doesn't see much of himself around. Not that he really lives like that anymore. Decorating, collections, nicknacks, posters on the wall, nothing like that since Freelancer, really. Maybe it'd be nice to start again. And when he gets to the bedroom it seems like he did... there are pictures from home on one of the nightstands.
He sits down on the bed heavily, and can feel Kyna's presence in the doorway without turning back. Instead he's looking at a photo of him and Carolina somewhere he doesn't recognize. ]
...I don't remember taking this. Was it before I left with you?
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It feels lived in, but he doesn't see much of himself around. Not that he really lives like that anymore. Decorating, collections, nicknacks, posters on the wall, nothing like that since Freelancer, really. Maybe it'd be nice to start again. And when he gets to the bedroom it seems like he did... there are pictures from home on one of the nightstands.
He sits down on the bed heavily, and can feel Kyna's presence in the doorway without turning back. Instead he's looking at a photo of him and Carolina somewhere he doesn't recognize. ]
...I don't remember taking this. Was it before I left with you?