So where is he? And how's she even know who he is? Nothing about this is aligning in a way that makes sense to him, and then there's a hand brushing his shoulder.
He flinches back so powerfully he nearly overbalances again with a strangled yelp of shock, reeling. His hands leap up to his face as if to ward her away.
"Don't - "
Where is he. Oh god, where is he. Where is he and where is It, was It ever here and if It was - if It was -
Max. Max knows what It is. She's seen It. She's seen It more times than she should have, but it means she's here for verification. His wild eyes lock onto her with a muted, shuddering gasp, and he hisses out, frantic:
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So where is he? And how's she even know who he is? Nothing about this is aligning in a way that makes sense to him, and then there's a hand brushing his shoulder.
He flinches back so powerfully he nearly overbalances again with a strangled yelp of shock, reeling. His hands leap up to his face as if to ward her away.
"Don't - "
Where is he. Oh god, where is he. Where is he and where is It, was It ever here and if It was - if It was -
Max. Max knows what It is. She's seen It. She's seen It more times than she should have, but it means she's here for verification. His wild eyes lock onto her with a muted, shuddering gasp, and he hisses out, frantic:
"Is It here?"