[and just like that. . . he feels it. the sharp yank of something dragging him out of his murky memories and back into the present. there isn't much of a visible reaction-- a slight tilt of his head, hand lifting to push the brim of that hat up enough so he can blink in open bemusement-- but other than that. . .]
What. . . ?
[if he seems a bit more out of it than usual, don't worry about it!]
no subject
What. . . ?
[if he seems a bit more out of it than usual, don't worry about it!]
I-- sure? What is it?