[ His mind goes quiet and still, it's as if he's sitting in the theater watching a show, only the screen goes deeper, the images vaguely familiar and taking more time to form. He gives another light huff, surprised by the resemblance when it becomes apparent, and then less surprised, his humor wry but warm.
His lungs tickle as the man wheezes - then a hard jerk pulls at his chest, the scene falling apart around him, a record scratching against the needle. ]
(Buck - ) [ The link shudders, but he doesn't try to reach across. His body - his presence grows larger on Steve's side of their thread, anchoring. There's blood on his knuckles and dripping down his nose, but it's asphalt heated from the humid summer heat where his hands touch, it's a rusted fire escape in his grip, it's the tall, dry grass of the rectangular field the neighbors try to grow tomatoes in scratching his ankles.
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His lungs tickle as the man wheezes - then a hard jerk pulls at his chest, the scene falling apart around him, a record scratching against the needle. ]
( Buck - ) [ The link shudders, but he doesn't try to reach across. His body - his presence grows larger on Steve's side of their thread, anchoring. There's blood on his knuckles and dripping down his nose, but it's asphalt heated from the humid summer heat where his hands touch, it's a rusted fire escape in his grip, it's the tall, dry grass of the rectangular field the neighbors try to grow tomatoes in scratching his ankles.
He anchors with his own memories. ]