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[It takes Kyna longer than she would have liked to learn plane shift, and longer still to master it to the point that no one (read: her brother) thinks she'll accident shift to some terrible hell dimension.

And she manages it, pretty perfectly, actually, although an exhausted girl with pointed ears just appearing in a military base with no warning doesn't get her the warmest welcome.]

Hey, chill, I'm just looking for Wash.

[God, all of them are in armor. It's kind of nuts.]

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[She tightens her grip to steady him, giving him a second to prepare himself.]

We're together. That's all I need.

[ That gets Wash to smile, albeit sadly, and even though Kyna can't see. He doesn't know how they'll ever work if he keeps forgetting things... what if he forgets her completely? He feels broken, angry but pushes that down deep, not even knowing who to be mad at. One thing at a time. ]

How'd I get so lucky, huh? Go on, show me home.

[She smiles a little.]

'Cause you're cute. Don't puke on me, okay?

[And then she casts the spell. It's the same as always—that little jerking feeling—and then they're in her living room. Which, she realizes, he might not recognize. Provolone is so used to people teleporting in and out that he barely twitches over on the couch.]

Uh, home sweet home.

[ 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?

[Kyna joins him, settling against him again.]

Yeah. We can go back and visit them whenever you want, you know.

Really? Just like that?

[ Having no memory of the explanation of how Kyna got to him, or the sigils she set up to travel back and forth, Wash looks and sounds surprised by that. Hearing that it wouldn't be a huge ordeal for her. He blinks, then tears his eyes away from the photo. ]

I don't want them to see me like this.

Why? You know they care about you no matter what, right?

Yeah, I know. It's just...

[ He doesn't know if he could explain it, but the problem's not his friends, it's him. He's the broken one, he doesn't want to hurt or frighten or be a burden on them. Wash shrugs awkwardly, admitting something else. ]

Honestly, I'm not happy about you seeing me like this either.

[Kyna frowns, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together.]

Do you think I'm judging you or something?

No.

[ Wash's response is almost instant, and very sure sounding. He squeezes Kyna's hand tight, his other hand coming up to turn her face towards him by her chin and stroking his thumb over that frown. Stop that. ]

I know you wouldn't. But it's got to be... difficult. I don't want you hurting, that's all.

Oh. That's not...

[She hesitates, leaning into his touch instinctively, not sure how to respond. Of course it's going to hurt. Of course it's going to be scary, and she doesn't want to lie to him, but she doesn't want to make him feel worse, either.]

We'll figure it out together. And you're worth it, even if it might get hard sometimes.

[ Warmth spreads through Wash's chest -- of course Kyna wasn't going to bail, it's not her, but part of him still fears it. Being too much work, too difficult to handle. It'd be on him if that's how things went, but the larger part of him is certain Kyna will stick it out and find a way to help him. He leans in and kisses her forehead, breathes in the scent of her hair. ]

I love you more than anything, you know that, right? I don't think I've forgotten anything from before, but I'll never forget that.

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