[ and it hits him like a gutpunch, really, the cigarette falling from suddenly nerveless fingers. it bounces off the carpet, trailing a shower of sparks, and it's only good luck that sends him reeling so he steps on it, extinguishing that weak ember. it's like coming back to the city after time passing back home -- the moment of disorientation, and then the memories hitting, and it's enough to send him to his knees.
the stricken, haunted expression on his face is all she really needs to see to know he's himself again, wholly and fully. he looks like he's about to be sick, as he he looks around the room, down at his hand where the wedding band is missing. ]
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[ and it hits him like a gutpunch, really, the cigarette falling from suddenly nerveless fingers. it bounces off the carpet, trailing a shower of sparks, and it's only good luck that sends him reeling so he steps on it, extinguishing that weak ember. it's like coming back to the city after time passing back home -- the moment of disorientation, and then the memories hitting, and it's enough to send him to his knees.
the stricken, haunted expression on his face is all she really needs to see to know he's himself again, wholly and fully. he looks like he's about to be sick, as he he looks around the room, down at his hand where the wedding band is missing. ]