The weekend was an oasis of normality within the too-familiar chaos Atton had found himself in again. He'd gone home to New York, ignoring Mical's calls. Both because he needed it, and because Jill was moving out, and he was choosing to find those stakes more important than whatever life-or-death tragedy was happening at home right now.
In his universe? The other universe? Even he didn't know the right terminology for whatever that place meant to him, anymore.
( They were moving Jill out of her apartment, and Jill knew how to draw a crowd. )
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In his universe? The other universe? Even he didn't know the right terminology for whatever that place meant to him, anymore.
( They were moving Jill out of her apartment, and Jill knew how to draw a crowd. )
[[ establishy, nfb due to distance. ]]