“That is not what it is,” he stresses, eyes darting sharply over toward him.
Then what is it?
He doesn’t have to ask, the vibe of it hangs in the air between them. Either from Mark’s confusion or Damien’s own jumbled mess.
The elevator opens onto their floor and he heads down the hallway just for something to do. They’re not far from the elevator, actually, three doors down the left hallway. He unlocks the door and wonders how… typical or above scale this is to him. He’s never gotten a good read of Mark and Dr. B’s upbringing— they felt vaguely like former bored rich kids, sometimes, but he was never really sure about it.
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Then what is it?
He doesn’t have to ask, the vibe of it hangs in the air between them. Either from Mark’s confusion or Damien’s own jumbled mess.
The elevator opens onto their floor and he heads down the hallway just for something to do. They’re not far from the elevator, actually, three doors down the left hallway. He unlocks the door and wonders how… typical or above scale this is to him. He’s never gotten a good read of Mark and Dr. B’s upbringing— they felt vaguely like former bored rich kids, sometimes, but he was never really sure about it.