it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

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[complicatedliar]

He considered this, reviewing his memory of that time. "I do not think I had changed, over much. But when one lives with oneself day to do and change is incremental, it might not be so visible." It wasn't like when he'd fallen through the black hole. He hadn't felt like a different person crawling from the wreckage. All there'd been was his grief for Frigga, but... he'd told Rogue of that.

And had that made him so different as a person? He didn't feel it to be so. His feelings toward her hadn't changed, which seemed the most important part. "The greatest change I experienced in that time was with how I related to my brother," he offered.

So had her time changed how she might relate to him? Possible. How had he not noticed something like that.

[touchofrogue]

She was quiet again, considering. How could it be that he hadn't felt any different? Was there something wrong with her, that she didn't feel the same?

(Or maybe it was something to do with him being so old - what was a year to someone over one thousand? Maybe it had to do with first times and first loves and the constant, grinding down of helplessness, how there was nothing she could do to bring him back, how losing him had nothing to do with either of them and she hated being so helpless.)

She wasn't sure what else to say, having already opened up far more than was normally comfortable. "Okay," she said. She didn't let go of his hand. She hesitated and continued, "Where I feel I've changed most is... well, isn't so much a change, maybe, as an awareness."

More quietly, "D'ya have any idea how much I missed you?"

[complicatedliar]

"Awareness," he echoed, with a slight nod. "Awareness comes with experience. And you have experienced much when I have been gone." But that wasn't something that would be evident to him necessarily; it was something that affected how she viewed the world, but would only touch how she interacted with it in subtle ways. He didn't know what it was like to be in her skin.

"I can guess," he said. "But I cannot know. I do not live in your skin."