[ on any other given day, in any other given time and place, five wouldn't have even felt it. that step through reality, a telltale lurch that's second nature and as familiar as hearbeat.
but right then and there, this felt like swimming against a very unforgiving current, cold and disorienting and if doc would have thrown up beside him, five isn't sure he wouldn't have done the same. but they were back, in one piece and not erroneously displaced someplace else, which was a mark of no small satisfaction and relief. good, he thinks. he can at least do something.
he pulls himself upright - or attempts to, at least - and when the pavement tilts again, he does the next best thing and crouches down, open palms splayed across the frigid pavement. ] No, not always.
Actually, usually not. It's - it's this place. [ ground out with an undercurrent of anger. he does take the chance to glance up, and offers: ] - You okay?
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but right then and there, this felt like swimming against a very unforgiving current, cold and disorienting and if doc would have thrown up beside him, five isn't sure he wouldn't have done the same. but they were back, in one piece and not erroneously displaced someplace else, which was a mark of no small satisfaction and relief. good, he thinks. he can at least do something.
he pulls himself upright - or attempts to, at least - and when the pavement tilts again, he does the next best thing and crouches down, open palms splayed across the frigid pavement. ] No, not always.
Actually, usually not. It's - it's this place. [ ground out with an undercurrent of anger. he does take the chance to glance up, and offers: ] - You okay?