[It's one word. One short little word. And it makes it feel as if everything's frozen. Simultaneously locked in place and cracking around the edges. Because he knows that face. That voice. That... constantly shaggy hair. Sure, it's older, leaner.]
[But that...]
Matt...
[Behind him, his Aggron looks over at empty air in confusion. To which his Haunter materializes, pulling up what looks like a photo of Pidge. Pointing back and forth between the image and the guy getting headbutted by the Incineroar. Completely ignoring the current emotional turmoil their poor trainer is rolling through.]
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[It's one word. One short little word. And it makes it feel as if everything's frozen. Simultaneously locked in place and cracking around the edges. Because he knows that face. That voice. That... constantly shaggy hair. Sure, it's older, leaner.]
[But that...]
Matt...
[Behind him, his Aggron looks over at empty air in confusion. To which his Haunter materializes, pulling up what looks like a photo of Pidge. Pointing back and forth between the image and the guy getting headbutted by the Incineroar. Completely ignoring the current emotional turmoil their poor trainer is rolling through.]
Hey.