[Accepting the water, Arthur unscrews the cap, turning it over absently between his fingertips as he takes a sip, watching White get his own. Over a year. That's nothing near Dom and Mal's limbo but Arthur doesn't trust the mechanics of this 'dream' hardly at all anymore and he wonders if time might compound differently than any of them can account for - a year down here, reversed above? It makes him grimace again, nothing to do with being sick so much as the idea of time hurrying on without them. Life seems short enough already.
Longest I been someplace.
That makes Arthur look up, peering at White more directly than he has been so far. After another swallow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pauses.]
Vagabond? [The first thing that comes to mind though one can stay less than a year and not be a vagabond. Really it's half a joke, mildly humored but humor anyway.
Of course White doesn't have to elaborate at all if he doesn't want to, and in a way Arthur doesn't know why he asked that out of everything else - other things like what have you been doing for over a year in this place anyway surprising him by being secondary. More proof he's been here too long himself.]
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Longest I been someplace.
That makes Arthur look up, peering at White more directly than he has been so far. After another swallow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pauses.]
Vagabond? [The first thing that comes to mind though one can stay less than a year and not be a vagabond. Really it's half a joke, mildly humored but humor anyway.
Of course White doesn't have to elaborate at all if he doesn't want to, and in a way Arthur doesn't know why he asked that out of everything else - other things like what have you been doing for over a year in this place anyway surprising him by being secondary. More proof he's been here too long himself.]