RP: Draco/Theo Who: Draco/Theo When: evening, March 9t Where: his room What: Draco spends some time with Theo
Until Okeano, Draco had taken the bus as nothing but a trip. It might be a short or a long one, but just a trip until you reached your next destination, and whether that meant your own reality or some other reality, he still wasn't sure. What he hadn't considered until now was that they could die here. Die trying to do heroic and stupid things. The two seemed to go hand-in-hand quite often.
The thought had stayed with him through the past few days. He hadn't said anything during dinner, because it was just bad form. He had invited Theo to dine in his own (much bigger) room. The food had been taken from the restaurant, because there was no way that Draco would actually cook, and he had picked a roast that would have been perfect for a Sunday meal.
After dinner, they moved to the couch, and Draco couldn't stay quiet anymore. "I always thought we'd go home and now- People have died. We don't even know if we are from the same dimension. Different dimensions could have been created with our disappearances. If we do go back and forget everything, we're risking our lives for absolutely no reason."