[And there's part of Prior that could stay here, in his childhood home. For all that memories of it aren't the happiest - he escaped as soon as he could, even his mother sold up in favor of an apartment on the Upper West Side - this world is still something Prior misses. Everything's so clean and bright here. And god, the sixties are just dawning. The world outside's starting to change its skin, shed the old one for something better.
They could stay. In theory, at least. Reality's all too likely to make its own opinion heard on the matter soon enough, but before it's able, Prior reaches out to splay his fingers under Dorian's chin - tilting it up and turning his head one side then the other under an examining gaze.]
Whatever it is, it's something that made you. I can't think too badly of it for that. But if you'd like, we can open the door and hope it just leads to the garden gate and the malt shop at the end of the street.
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[And there's part of Prior that could stay here, in his childhood home. For all that memories of it aren't the happiest - he escaped as soon as he could, even his mother sold up in favor of an apartment on the Upper West Side - this world is still something Prior misses. Everything's so clean and bright here. And god, the sixties are just dawning. The world outside's starting to change its skin, shed the old one for something better.
They could stay. In theory, at least. Reality's all too likely to make its own opinion heard on the matter soon enough, but before it's able, Prior reaches out to splay his fingers under Dorian's chin - tilting it up and turning his head one side then the other under an examining gaze.]
Whatever it is, it's something that made you. I can't think too badly of it for that. But if you'd like, we can open the door and hope it just leads to the garden gate and the malt shop at the end of the street.