[ again, it's always the people who deserve to live that end up getting stuck in these situations. he doesn't quite know what they're thinking as they observe this memory, and he allows them to hold his hand even if he gives them a short look of concern when the other comes up to their own head.

the whole thing had been disorienting back them. he can only imagine what it looked like from the outside, too. ]

...that time? It was like I fell back into a memory of a time a while before that night. Alex thinks maybe I actually went back in time to that actual time. And maybe I did? It wasn't...bad. It was just a moment in time when I was at home with my dad. Before my mom got sick and everything.