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[ he laughs softly like he isn't used to the sound, which was true enough even before this place. he wrenches his eyes open with some struggle and looks down at their hands, still joined below the surface of the dust. frank drops the contact, but locks their eyes even as the red particles travel along his airway and threaten to choke him. wouldn't be the first time and he knows it won't be the last, but the more often this happens the more palpable the relief is when he's back. how fucked up is that? ]

Sorry I ruined your dream. [ to his credit, he manages to sound sincere. he probably even is. what a dick. ]