ooc: so sorry love
Theo's hyperawareness shot up until it was almost tangible when the room darkened, his fingers twitching only a little in the desire for his wand. He tried to look in every direction at once, hated that there was space behind him, wished for a wall to back up against so that he could protect himself-
The stars slowly melting into view absorbed him into them, and as Theo watched, rapt, the carefully crafted paranoia and distance of his former self shed away, leaving the new broken, but more honest Theo behind him.
"We did?" he asked Martin, head still tilted up. "It's beautiful. You did it?" he asked, voice hushed like he stood in a church, a little quirk in his brow because he couldn't remember helping create this in that moment.