[Please excuse Mike for about thirty-eight minutes as he silently screams into a pillow out of shame and horror. This is the second-worst day of his life, after the day of the car accident. And, like, a million other things that have happened in the last three-to-four years.
When he finally returns to his phone, the typing symbol comes and goes for another long while, looping off and on. He feels like he's going to puke.]
you don't remember
[And Mike's seen enough death now to know that that's how it works, sometimes. The brain gone, and the eyes still open, the hands still grasping. Peter saw him, and Peter didn't see him, and it's all so horrible that he wants to break his phone in two and disappear entirely. Well... more than he usually does.]
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When he finally returns to his phone, the typing symbol comes and goes for another long while, looping off and on. He feels like he's going to puke.]
you don't remember
[And Mike's seen enough death now to know that that's how it works, sometimes. The brain gone, and the eyes still open, the hands still grasping. Peter saw him, and Peter didn't see him, and it's all so horrible that he wants to break his phone in two and disappear entirely. Well... more than he usually does.]
one of those worm things
made me crash
i'm really sorry