...Rather missing the holes in the ceiling and the exhaust tubing scattered all about, isn't it? Can't say as I'll mind that, honestly.
[He says, which immediately confirms that he's recognized it, too. God. Their home. It's not identical, naturally, but it's similar enough to invoke the deja vu; it's akin enough that he feels a little bit like he had when he'd tumbled through the Tear way back when, manufacturing memories of an apartment that he's never set foot in before now.]
Oh — no, no, wait a moment. Come back out here, just wait.
[And he tugs her back with him, drawing her back through the doorway and into the hall just one single step — just enough room for him to bend and scoop her into his arms so that he can carry her over the threshold more properly on their second go into the apartment.]
There. Be a shame to have not done it properly, don't you think?
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[He says, which immediately confirms that he's recognized it, too. God. Their home. It's not identical, naturally, but it's similar enough to invoke the deja vu; it's akin enough that he feels a little bit like he had when he'd tumbled through the Tear way back when, manufacturing memories of an apartment that he's never set foot in before now.]
Oh — no, no, wait a moment. Come back out here, just wait.
[And he tugs her back with him, drawing her back through the doorway and into the hall just one single step — just enough room for him to bend and scoop her into his arms so that he can carry her over the threshold more properly on their second go into the apartment.]
There. Be a shame to have not done it properly, don't you think?