[Jay's head rocks back, brow furrowed. Probably should've seen this coming, and yet, the kid caught him off guard.]
[Does he?]
I mean, I...
[He squints, attempting to think back, attempting to figure out if he's ever really considered it before. Sure, he's aware he's almost thirty, but he hasn't really stopped to consider what that feels like. It seems like the kind of thing that's supposed to feel like something, but he's got enough constant, crushing dread on his plate without factoring the onward march of time into it.]
[Shit, wait.]
[Almost?]
[He died right after his twenty-eighth, celebrated his twenty-ninth the following November in Wonderland, got sent back home, and now it's December.]
[He's lost time in there somewhere. Might've made it up somewhere else, though.]
[He looks up from the viewfinder screen, eyes wide.]
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[Does he?]
I mean, I...
[He squints, attempting to think back, attempting to figure out if he's ever really considered it before. Sure, he's aware he's almost thirty, but he hasn't really stopped to consider what that feels like. It seems like the kind of thing that's supposed to feel like something, but he's got enough constant, crushing dread on his plate without factoring the onward march of time into it.]
[Shit, wait.]
[Almost?]
[He died right after his twenty-eighth, celebrated his twenty-ninth the following November in Wonderland, got sent back home, and now it's December.]
[He's lost time in there somewhere. Might've made it up somewhere else, though.]
[He looks up from the viewfinder screen, eyes wide.]
I'm thirty years old.