[Victor keeps his hand out a beat longer, then realizing the endeavor is a pointless one, lets it drop. His identity is hit or miss around these parts; he tries not to take it personally. Tries.
The mockery--and that's what it seems to be, in all its amused glory--already has him narrowing his eyes, but when the other man says the unthinkable, they narrow further in stark incredulity, appraising the other man in one hard, disbelieving sweep. No. No, absolutely not. He doesn't even know which part he's denying. Some of it? All of it?
No.]
Wonderland. Of course.
[This is said mostly to himself. Fuck you, Wonderland, fuck you.]
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The mockery--and that's what it seems to be, in all its amused glory--already has him narrowing his eyes, but when the other man says the unthinkable, they narrow further in stark incredulity, appraising the other man in one hard, disbelieving sweep. No. No, absolutely not. He doesn't even know which part he's denying. Some of it? All of it?
No.]
Wonderland. Of course.
[This is said mostly to himself. Fuck you, Wonderland, fuck you.]