Magic closet means really good booze. After all, what’s the point of wishing for the cheap stuff when there’s no budget to worry about? He gets the first shot down and Cami wastes no time pouring him another; Blake’s free to stop her if he wants, but she gets the feeling he might appreciate a generous bartender more.
At least until that lightweight nature of his shows.
“Oh wow. I’m really sorry.” Less for the dream-sharing, however. Cami’s hardly close to her own parents—it’s almost like they’re dead to her for all she's been on her own—but she’s lost family, and that pain is never easy. Then in turn, to be forced to share such a traumatic memory with someone else; there’s little that can be said to be good about it, and Cami slowly shakes her head.
“I guess the only thing that might conceivably make this worse is the fact that this directly alters our sense of self. I mean, our experiences are so much of what make us who we are.” She leans against the bar, offering Blake a small grin. “And that got really dark, really quickly.”
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At least until that lightweight nature of his shows.
“Oh wow. I’m really sorry.” Less for the dream-sharing, however. Cami’s hardly close to her own parents—it’s almost like they’re dead to her for all she's been on her own—but she’s lost family, and that pain is never easy. Then in turn, to be forced to share such a traumatic memory with someone else; there’s little that can be said to be good about it, and Cami slowly shakes her head.
“I guess the only thing that might conceivably make this worse is the fact that this directly alters our sense of self. I mean, our experiences are so much of what make us who we are.” She leans against the bar, offering Blake a small grin. “And that got really dark, really quickly.”