[It is. And it's a good day that will eventually fade to a good dinner and eventually Erroll will go to bed and the four of them will settle on the couch in front of the fire.
And with that, Davina will nudge Aiden gently while Josh and Scott are chatting about the tree.]
Hey. You okay?
[Not the most subtle, but they've been friends long enough that Aiden doesn't seem bothered by it. More confused that it's even a question. Aiden blinks, before nodding. "Yeah. Totally." Davina squints at him, and he looks over at his husband. "Have I been giving off that I'm not okay?"]
[He sighs briefly, before scrubbing a hand over his face. He didn't think he had been that obvious but he should know better. He and Josh have been together for so long that he would pick up on the slightest shift. But he doesn't really know how to explain it.
I remembered another timeline when you were dead isn't something he wants to say to his husband, ever.]
I'm ... Dahlia showed me something. And then after ... I started remembering things that I haven't entirely made sense of. But I'm fine. Really.
( Remembering things sounds like compulsion. Like something erased from his mind. And, maybe he isn't remembering. Maybe she conjured imagery. Made him see things. Things he's never seen. Things not real.
[Aiden lets out a breath because he doesn't really know how to explain it.]
She was showing me ... visions, I guess. Of her killing me in an alley back when she was still alive. She tried to implant them in my head like they were memories but ... I knew they weren't right. They didn't feel right.
[He doesn't know how to explain it because he didn't remember then.]
Then we got distracted by going to get you but the more time I had to sit and think about it, the more actual memories started popping up and ... it was this whole other life I had. And those, unfortunately, did feel real.
( He couldn't imagine his life without Aiden. He doesn't know what he would do had Dahlia killed him. Or, why she would have. Why, Aiden? No, he knows the answer. It all goes back to Klaus. It always go back to Klaus. His hand finds his husband's as he explains, wanting him to feel physical support with his admission. )
That's why you left that night. Why you couldn't sleep. Why you've had trouble sleeping. These other memories. ( To Davina ) How could that Dahlia - which wasn't Dahlia - even be able to do that.
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[She blames it on the artist in her.]
Sometimes you want to get creative.
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( He looks up from the floor at his girlfriend and her family. It's a good day. )
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And with that, Davina will nudge Aiden gently while Josh and Scott are chatting about the tree.]
Hey. You okay?
[Not the most subtle, but they've been friends long enough that Aiden doesn't seem bothered by it. More confused that it's even a question. Aiden blinks, before nodding. "Yeah. Totally." Davina squints at him, and he looks over at his husband. "Have I been giving off that I'm not okay?"]
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( It's not gossip if it's true and it's coming from a place of concern. )
Dahlia.
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[He sighs briefly, before scrubbing a hand over his face. He didn't think he had been that obvious but he should know better. He and Josh have been together for so long that he would pick up on the slightest shift. But he doesn't really know how to explain it.
I remembered another timeline when you were dead isn't something he wants to say to his husband, ever.]
I'm ... Dahlia showed me something. And then after ... I started remembering things that I haven't entirely made sense of. But I'm fine. Really.
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( Remembering things sounds like compulsion. Like something erased from his mind. And, maybe he isn't remembering. Maybe she conjured imagery. Made him see things. Things he's never seen. Things not real.
Did seeing these things mess up his sleep? )
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She was showing me ... visions, I guess. Of her killing me in an alley back when she was still alive. She tried to implant them in my head like they were memories but ... I knew they weren't right. They didn't feel right.
[He doesn't know how to explain it because he didn't remember then.]
Then we got distracted by going to get you but the more time I had to sit and think about it, the more actual memories started popping up and ... it was this whole other life I had. And those, unfortunately, did feel real.
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That's why you left that night. Why you couldn't sleep. Why you've had trouble sleeping. These other memories. ( To Davina ) How could that Dahlia - which wasn't Dahlia - even be able to do that.