[ In the depths of his dark dream, fleeing from eyes and hands that pierced him with such annihilating cold, Matt had felt afraid. Now, under this stranger's regard, he feels something similar. He almost wants to say, It's okay. I won't hurt you. He almost wants to ask what he looks like, to prompt such an expression in another person.
Then: Not for a while.
Then: a touch. Soft, careful, attentive to the topography of his skin. As a magic user, Matt's used to experiences he can't put words to; now, the word he's lacking is one that means familiarity coming exclusively from the other side. Is this guy some kind of spirit, or minor deity, that Matt's made contact with before? He seems pretty damn solid, but maybe Matt's the one who's changed, and is now made of something capable of resonating with him.
He frowns, poring over the other man's face for clues. ]
I'm in one piece. [ A flicker, not quite a smile. ] I think.
[ It probably goes without saying, but Matt doesn't pull away from Amos' touch. He may be from a couple universes over, but he'd have to be an entirely different person to reject such gentle physical contact. ]
no subject
Then: Not for a while.
Then: a touch. Soft, careful, attentive to the topography of his skin. As a magic user, Matt's used to experiences he can't put words to; now, the word he's lacking is one that means familiarity coming exclusively from the other side. Is this guy some kind of spirit, or minor deity, that Matt's made contact with before? He seems pretty damn solid, but maybe Matt's the one who's changed, and is now made of something capable of resonating with him.
He frowns, poring over the other man's face for clues. ]
I'm in one piece. [ A flicker, not quite a smile. ] I think.
[ It probably goes without saying, but Matt doesn't pull away from Amos' touch. He may be from a couple universes over, but he'd have to be an entirely different person to reject such gentle physical contact. ]
Am I dead?