[oh god they're holding hands. kavinsky tells himself not to sweat, but this body is strange; not as eerily numb as his original, but sharper somehow. he feels things more acutely, but it's abstracted somehow.
he wonders if he'll have to get used to it before he gets the fuck out of here.
stalling, or something, kavinsky makes the mistake of putting on the glasses. words immediately surge into his periphery. it ought to give him a headache, but instead, it's merely distracting. it tells him that josh is relieved. confused, but beyond relieved; elated. and somehow that there's still margin enough for worry.]
They got him out. Stark, I mean.
[the minute after he says it, he suspects that's stupid. it was the first piece of footage saved to his phone, the terse communication between him and dr. strange.]
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he wonders if he'll have to get used to it before he gets the fuck out of here.
stalling, or something, kavinsky makes the mistake of putting on the glasses. words immediately surge into his periphery. it ought to give him a headache, but instead, it's merely distracting. it tells him that josh is relieved. confused, but beyond relieved; elated. and somehow that there's still margin enough for worry.]
They got him out. Stark, I mean.
[the minute after he says it, he suspects that's stupid. it was the first piece of footage saved to his phone, the terse communication between him and dr. strange.]