David Haller (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} xgene) wrote, |
Melanie had said something to the effect of her being concerned, but that they didn't have much of a choice. Oliver seemed thoughtful, but his expression and lack of commentary overall meant that he wasn't sure. Or so David read it to mean. Of course, he was also kind of bad at reading people. Bad at people in general. All that sullen anger and vitriol, hearing people's thoughts and not knowing it was their thoughts. Noise. Symbols clashing. Drums.
"I wonder if I could fly," he wondered aloud after a moment. "Levitating is easy, I wonder if that could be pushed to flying." David wasn't entirely sure how much he wanted to push that though. The thought of flying, or rather, of falling, was a little too unnerving. A hand moved to rest on Syd's, his, arm though, testing the warmth even as eyes remained outside. "Average warmth. Probably not."
The kiss brought about a small smile, one that stated how silly he knew he was being. It was just bad weather. And yet...
"Day trips might be needed. Or just a few hours of sunlight somewhere. Or hiding under blankets. I'm cool with hiding under every blanket ever." Looking back to Syd, he shrugged a little. "I doubt it's even the chemistry of my brain to blame; I just hate shorter days, darker days." Autumn was fine, with its pretty leaves and all. Winter had zero redeeming qualities outside of the fact that now he was determined to get in at least one epic snowball fight. At least now he was more certain Rudy would partake, all the while looking completely blase about it.
Studying his face again for a moment, David couldn't help but laugh a little again and shake his head. "God, it really is weird. Seeing this," he motioned between them, "knowing it's real. Without any doubts this time." It'd been a 50/50 split the first time, unnerving and exciting all at once. More difficult to comprehend without seeing himself though.
"Thank you," said suddenly after another moment of study. "For helping me through my whole 'real or not real' thing." A beat, followed by another apologetic smile. "Those moments, that dash of paranoia? They're getting fewer and farther between because of you." Which was equally comforting and terrifying, that last tidbit of paranoia clinging on for dear life, too afraid of what could be in all this. After all, what if the world was just as malleable as the astral plane? Making your own reality as you went?
No. No, that was stupid. That wasn't something he could do. Time travel was one thing, but the manipulation of reality itself? No. Stupid thought. Stupid.
But maybe...
Stupid.