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Oh my god...

[He'd opened a can that contained a portal to the worm dimension. Fuck. DD was a much, much bigger mess than usual. Stiffly, he stared back, not sure how he was supposed to respond when fuck, he was shaken too. But...

...Fuck it. Right now, they weren't those people on the screen. Those might as well have been strangers from a past life - right now, DD needed help.

So he hugged him. Which sucked a little since his ribs were still cracked from the other day, but it seemed like something he really needed.]

[o-oh??]

You-- fuck-- [hugs?? him?? tightly] O... okay. This is. Much nicer than the first try I'll give you that. [laugh] Fuck, your arm was metal--

S-- see, you hear that? There's music playing right now. C'mon, you don't hear that?

[you don't.]

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[...:T]

There's no music. Just... just shut up for a second and breathe, okay? One thing at a time.

[Because he'd hold him for as long as he needed to to calm down, but that'd only work if DD met him halfway on that.]

Hhhhoooo. Fuck... one thing...

Your arm... and your neck and-- your eye.

That's, that's like one thing. Under the blanket category Body which is pressed against me right now. Um, if crushing me against your dad bod muscles is supposed to make my heart race less, I really don't think you were watching the video! [laugh] Christ what the fuck, you don't remember yet, you don't remember feeling... I swear if this hug isn't fresh amnesia friendship hug I'm going to punch you in the dick.

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[At least the horniness was starting to sound a bit more like normal DD horniness which was a step in the right direction probably? Wire let go, at any rate.]

C'mon. The asshole you remembered wouldn't be hugging you. I'm...

[Not him? That wasn't right either. It had to be him, since... his gaze wavered, conflicted.

Reluctantly, Wire pulled down his scarf the high collar of his skin tight bodysuit, revealing the spot where metal met skin in the memory. The scar there was unnatural, deep cracks where something had systematically taken him apart chunk by chunk, and then fit it all back like a 1000 piece puzzle. First time anyone had seen it.]

...I knew it couldn't have been a prosthetic that did this.

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[weak noise. He stays close, greedy for the reassurances and simple comfort even though it's his fault for cracking a joke. He wishes he would not be tested for how hysterical and pansexual he can be at the same time. But he feels better sorting it out with Wire here, because sorting out Wire is suddenly even huger than it was.]

Fuck.

[calm down. think it through]

Your arm, it felt... alive. Like it was just a part of you, or, fused to you. Either you were hurt and it's... one fucking hell of a cavity filling but for bodies, or... it did this to you. And at some point you lost it. Same as... same as me.

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Nothing good does this. If that was some kind of futuristic life support, that means I'm missin' the whole left side of my torso. [He gestured to where the scar spread to on his chest, and it comprised of at least a whole heart and lung. That was code for 'Very Dead' as far as injuries were concerned.]

So. You're cured. I'm... meat.

We're both meat. Living meat. Symmetry is overrated. If I'm cured-- You don't get to... to save my life with time travel just for me, and say you'll stick around, and be the first guy I just beeline to when I remember nothing, and call yourself a piece of meat now. That is true only literally and in spirit.

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It's also in my profile. The fuckers knew. Plus, I... guess I do keep a teddy bear.

[As for the time travel - that was a lot to unpack. His instinct was to ask why, but it was a question as callous as it was easy to answer: obviously because he cared about Wade. Apparently more than his family - or was he really that self sacrificing that he'd give up ever seeing them again to reverse that fatal mistake?

He was awkwardly quiet for a moment, then:]

...You meant a lot t'me, huh. I mean-- we meant a lot. To each other.

. . . Yeah. Yeah, we did.

[ha!! He fell SO HARD in love in that memory. And he has such a raging crush now! After NO MEMORIES!!! And Wire has so much scarring. Impossibly painful looking scarring, cracks and fissures instead of overboiled and gnarled. He wants to know everything about him and he wants to know everything about VANESSA, Vanessa was so important and hot and D knows he loves Wire because he felt how he felt for Vanessa, and Vanessa was dead, is Wire going to die? over my fucking dead body again. first. FIRST

he's back to sputtering]

Shit, I'm um, starting to understand why people in movies just make out when they've just been traumatized. Like whaat, you think it'd ruin the mood! Just kidding, I'm learning very quickly my mood is never, ever ruined, ever. This is absolutely a net positive! Check us out, besties finding each other again after amnesia. That's. SO romantic. Are you sure you don't hear this music? The lyrics really fit us.

[Probably thanks to the fact that he only watched the memory, rather than actually experiencing it, but Wire's not feeling that high. The confusion's still lingering, keeping him sober. Wife and daughter...?

He sighed.] Still not hearing anything, but... Fine. We're best friends. That explains... some things.

But you do have bad moods. You just had one. Just 'cause you bounce back doesn't mean nothing upsets you.

Uh huh. Hey how do you feel about stalking? Light stalking. Soft stalking. Huge turn off?

You're asking for permission to stalk me.

What if you sense me and think shenanigans are afoot other than that wacky Double Down is at it again? We can be low stress about this.

[Putting aside this stupid question for a second--]

You're still going by Double Down? Not Wade?

I just need the existential-levels down a fffewwww notches. We could hug again, I found that extremely emotionally healthy. Do you think if your desert sahara skin and my overboiled cabbage skin rubbed up on each other it would make a weird rubbery noise? Because I really want to test that.

Wade is much easier to say when I'm pissed, by the way.

Uhh, if I didn't still have a semi from the huge memory rush I just had that's a huge boost in your favor.

--I don't know your name yet. We're starting new lives and new families together and it's not even the first time we've done it. So -- yeah, this is Wade and HUGE BLANK's bag, I'm fine with Wade but not yet. Not until I know what your name is. Brock. God I hope it's Brock.

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[Huff. Well, that was weirdly thoughtful of him.]

Okay. Double Down... [He paused to think.]

I don't think I could stop you from bein' you. But if you wanna stalk me, you're my new training exercise. That's full grounds stomp you if I spot your ass.

[...

Just. Helplessly brightens up.]

Fuck, you really do roll with the punches.

We've got cameras on us 24/7, privacy's already an illusion.

Making the best outta your current conditions... that's what a soldier does. Or whatever fucked up cyborg time cop I was.

Mmm hmm. That's some hot aim, tiger.

Just don't try gettin' yourself killed again. Okay?

...Yeah. Can't take a somber cyborg dream hunk for granted.

Call me D for now. Family calls me D.

D, then.

... So you think Cable or Wire sounds better?

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