( it's a fascinatingly meditative moment, the seconds of silence that feel like a daze. syncing up, their hands mirror each other, they glance to make eye contact together. as Will replies, the thoughts occur to Ben in tandem, echoed, amplified, understood.
fuse the worlds, the splintered halves of reality, to correct the standstill they have been trapped in. it's more than this room — they've been trapped this whole time. so, what do they do? what are they here for?
Ben blinks, lips slack, visibly relaxed. when was the last time he was at ease? before this place? he would have to think even further back than that. Will dares to ask a question, to remark upon the strangely intimate connection here — connection, finally. it's past due for them, with how many times they have crossed paths now, to only see or to only hear one another. one might say, right now, so close and yet, so far, but it doesn't feel that far anymore. Ben is beginning to forget that there's a barrier between them, that these two rooms are separate. )
...Yes. ( the earnesty in agreeing wells like a blush, impossible to hide or deny. he nods shortly, almost nothing more than a twitch. ) It rather feels like it's what we're...supposed to do, doesn't it?
( like they are so close to fusing their worlds together. Ben lifts his other hand, presses it equally to the mirror, both palms planted with a calm pressure. the mirror feels warm, almost soft, in a way smooth glass doesn't manage. Ben doesn't see how the cracks closest to his fingers begin to...blend, slowly, carefully sealing together. Ben wouldn't know — he isn't looking at the mirror, only through it, and despite the segmented glass playing tricks across Will's face, Ben is starting to see him as whole. )
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fuse the worlds, the splintered halves of reality, to correct the standstill they have been trapped in. it's more than this room — they've been trapped this whole time. so, what do they do? what are they here for?
Ben blinks, lips slack, visibly relaxed. when was the last time he was at ease? before this place? he would have to think even further back than that. Will dares to ask a question, to remark upon the strangely intimate connection here — connection, finally. it's past due for them, with how many times they have crossed paths now, to only see or to only hear one another. one might say, right now, so close and yet, so far, but it doesn't feel that far anymore. Ben is beginning to forget that there's a barrier between them, that these two rooms are separate. )
...Yes. ( the earnesty in agreeing wells like a blush, impossible to hide or deny. he nods shortly, almost nothing more than a twitch. ) It rather feels like it's what we're...supposed to do, doesn't it?
( like they are so close to fusing their worlds together. Ben lifts his other hand, presses it equally to the mirror, both palms planted with a calm pressure. the mirror feels warm, almost soft, in a way smooth glass doesn't manage. Ben doesn't see how the cracks closest to his fingers begin to...blend, slowly, carefully sealing together. Ben wouldn't know — he isn't looking at the mirror, only through it, and despite the segmented glass playing tricks across Will's face, Ben is starting to see him as whole. )