"No, the... never mind, it was a joke," Jeremy says with a crooked grin at his own expense, shrugging one shoulder. "Not a very good one."
He listens with blank incomprehension shading his face as Metody explains. Curses and pollution. What even. Dedicated cosplayer? Reallllly method actor? Fucking nutsoid?
His mind leaps from possibility to possibility, unhappy with all of them because none of them add up, none of them are the right answer and he knows that, somewhere, there's something bigger and more awful here that his mind just keeps shying away from seriously entertaining.
"That sounds pretty harsh," he says after several seconds of silence, because he has to say something. "I guess they don't recycle in Steel City, huh."
It's lame but his mouth keeps moving so that there's no weird pauses where he has to really start thinking hard about which one of them is crazy, pale little Metody or he himself. "...so why wear the suit here, the air seems pretty clean?"
He takes a deep breath as if to assure himself it is not searing out his lungs. Nope. Seems clean.
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He listens with blank incomprehension shading his face as Metody explains. Curses and pollution. What even. Dedicated cosplayer? Reallllly method actor? Fucking nutsoid?
His mind leaps from possibility to possibility, unhappy with all of them because none of them add up, none of them are the right answer and he knows that, somewhere, there's something bigger and more awful here that his mind just keeps shying away from seriously entertaining.
"That sounds pretty harsh," he says after several seconds of silence, because he has to say something. "I guess they don't recycle in Steel City, huh."
It's lame but his mouth keeps moving so that there's no weird pauses where he has to really start thinking hard about which one of them is crazy, pale little Metody or he himself. "...so why wear the suit here, the air seems pretty clean?"
He takes a deep breath as if to assure himself it is not searing out his lungs. Nope. Seems clean.