Oh. [ The explanation is logical in the context of everything else, sure, but that doesn't make it any less bizarre. His reaction's nonplussed, and it takes a moment for him to decide there's no point second guessing her. The pattern in the link flips like a switch when he does. Defensive confusion gives way to curiosity, focus — and concern, which sharpens as he turns to really study the room. ]
Is this yours?
[ Because it isn't his, and the logic follows that everything here must belong to one of them. The logic of shared dreams. Which is apparently a real thing. He'll have questions later, but the how isn't completely relevant unless it'll help them wake up. Fitz steps away from her to approach a table spread with tools, cautiously reaching out to pick one up, see whether it's tangible. It's tangible enough, details filled in from his own memories — cool, sleek metal between his fingers. His appearance flickers; he's wearing a suit, meticulous, then he's back in the worn layers and leather from the Lighthouse. ]
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Is this yours?
[ Because it isn't his, and the logic follows that everything here must belong to one of them. The logic of shared dreams. Which is apparently a real thing. He'll have questions later, but the how isn't completely relevant unless it'll help them wake up. Fitz steps away from her to approach a table spread with tools, cautiously reaching out to pick one up, see whether it's tangible. It's tangible enough, details filled in from his own memories — cool, sleek metal between his fingers. His appearance flickers; he's wearing a suit, meticulous, then he's back in the worn layers and leather from the Lighthouse. ]