Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: [Tandy & Holly: the good diner]
"No, the Capital," Tandy hadn't ever been inside the tiny little one but he remembered the Capital hospital as bright, stinking of cleaning products and a lot of closed doors when he'd gone looking for his dad. Backless gown and everything. "My dad died in there." He didn't know if that was the kind of thing that spanned dimensions. Thinking about it, even old thoughts, dragged out broken glass in the back of his throat and Tandy sounded muted, and factual rather than emotional, and he didn't actually care about the concept of relevancy right then.
But right, okay. It would make total sense for Travis to want to flip back. Travis had undoubtedly come off the worst in this whole high-stakes, alternate reality thing, if he had. Holly didn't sound like that was him and Tandy hadn't exactly gotten the supportive network required for desirability of return down. He finished his fries, with an appetite that was more dictated by what was sensible to consume, and he put his elbow down on the table.
"I don't know. I'm not a metaphysical kind of guy, and I don't know that comparing notes does much more than make people feel better about where they're at, instead of disconnected from the world they're in. Which maybe Travis needs," and Tandy wasn't the most sensitive guy around but he could see a dearth of positivity in Travis's situation, "But here for me is kind of no different from there. There's no compulsion to go back. You don't want to," which was clarity, "You're happier here." Which was cool, and Tandy smiled, because okay, it was really weird that it took multitude universes to do it, but his Holly was his friend, and happier was always copacetic, and he didn't really want to think about Halloween.
"I think we accept it's non reproducable and that I have to be prepared to switch if I'm going to, but not plan on it." A shoulder-shrug.