[The both of them, miserable and a little pathetic-looking, but at least misery likes its company. Markus would rather spend these passing minutes with a familiar face than to be met with only the chaos and swirling noise of a harried safehouse once more.]
Connor. [Connor, and his worried look, the panicked anxiety that Markus had burdened him with, being so injured.] Someone from my world.
[Well. It’s more (much more) complicated than that, but in a pinch, it’s a fair summation.]
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Connor. [Connor, and his worried look, the panicked anxiety that Markus had burdened him with, being so injured.] Someone from my world.
[Well. It’s more (much more) complicated than that, but in a pinch, it’s a fair summation.]