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[winscenario]

I've felt like that before. Aimless. No direction. It wasn't easy... finding my way. [ Jim meets Erik's eyes. ] I'm sorry.

[ That he's stuck too in that same state. Especially while being in a new, strange place. ]

Guess I'll have to find my way too. One way or the other.

[scarcastically]

[ erik shrugs. he's dealing with it better than most, but to be fair. being alive is still surprising. ]

You can still make something here. Something real.

It may not be flight, but at least you can put roots for something to grow.

[winscenario]

[ Jim probably would be facing all this a lot differently if he'd died in his world. Just a slight shift in his point in time, and he would've thought he'd have nothing to go back to. So anywhere would've been better than nowhere at all.

He watches Erik quietly for a moment before asking, honestly curious. ]

Have you made something real here, yet?

[scarcastically]

[ the corners of his lips twitch. erik isn't made for making things. only breaking them. governments, kingdoms, world orders. he learned from the best and became the best. he knew how to beat the privileged at their own game. ]

Not yet. But I'm not in a rush. I've got time in my lungs.

[winscenario]

That's good.

[ Not rushing, that is. It does feel like they have plenty of time, here. Too much sometimes, when compared to what Jim's used to. Maybe that's just another reason why he's been feeling low.

With a smile, he adds. ]

Well, I've met you. So it's not all bad.

[scarcastically]

[ he raises his glass to that, taking a sip. ]

Glad to see I rate so highly. I'm not very good at motivational speeches.

[winscenario]

No, you do alright.

[ He chuckles, matching that toast and drinking from his glass as well. ]

My best friend's like that too. Both my best friends, actually. They suck at motivational speeches. But... I don't know, they always manage to help me through tough times, so I think they're good when it matters.

[scarcastically]

Well, maybe it's not the quality of their speeches.

Just givin' an avenue to be heard.

[winscenario]

Maybe it's the same with you.

I appreciate it, by the way, [ He tips his head, as though thanking him. ] I really needed to just... get all that out of my head. Being alone in my room wasn't helping much, either.

[scarcastically]

[ erik cocks his head. ]

Dunno. Never had that kind of connection.

[winscenario]

Well, it's like you said. Maybe you can take the time now to set down those roots and let something grow.

[ It's good advice. Erik should listen to himself, too. ]

[scarcastically]

[ he shrugs. how well he succeeds there, well . . . erik doesn't know. he's not really looking for those kinds of roots. ]

That's the plan, at any rate.

[winscenario]

Solid start.

[ He tips his glass back, downing the rest in one go, then filling it up again. He did bring a whole bottle, so he may as well. ]

[scarcastically]

[ erik chuckles. ]

To start-ups, I guess.

[winscenario]

To... new beginnings.

[ He clinks his glass against Erik's this time, for a proper toast. ]

[scarcastically]

[ he smiles at that. ]

That's so cheesy, man.

[winscenario]

[ Jim laughs, nodding unabashedly. ]

Yes, yes it is. And I mean it wholeheartedly, so don't you dare make fun of me, Stevens.

[ Nudging his foot under the table. ]

[scarcastically]

[ that's not my name, he thinks to himself. but names are a complicated thing in erik's life. he nudges jim back with his foot playfully. ]

Well, damn. That cuts down on all the shit I can say.

[winscenario]

[ It's the name Erik gave him, so it's the one he goes with.

He narrows his eyes at Erik. ]

Oh, really? So that's all you'd say to me, just make fun of me? Rude.

[scarcastically]

Damn right. And proud of it.

[winscenario]

You would, as all rude boys are. [ He winks at Erik, teasing him while he sips on his drink. ]

[scarcastically]

Ain't no shame in it.

[ and he's been shamed for so much. ]

[winscenario]

No, I guess not.

[ He was once a very rude boy too, so he can't talk much. ]

Can I... make a strange request?

[scarcastically]

[ his eyebrows go up, but erik leans back. ]

Sure. Hit me.

[winscenario]

The last time... [ He presses his lips in, hesitant. ]

When we held hands. That felt really nice. Can we do that again?

[ Because it's about more than just Erik letting him, though, Jim adds. ] Do you want to?