Holy shit. Richie draws back some in surprise, even if he ought not to be so shocked. Amidst all the wacky and weird phenomenons, there were still very humble hurts and curses afflicting the refugees. Hell, he was living with an AIDS victim.
What he doesn't get is the follow up. Not for a few years. He's silent a moment, studying her. He pats his jacket pocket and pulls out a smoke, lighting it with the zippo and taking a studious puff. It's rather professor-like. Had he a pipe instead and his glasses on in lieu of contacts, he'd be the spitting image of an intellectual.
"Not for a few years." His lips thin. "I'm not sure I'm catching your drift. You mean it hasn't hit you this bad for a few years, or that it's not supposed to have gone so haywire on your nerves yet?"
With his dim knowledge of medicine, Richie is only half certain that it's supposed to be a gradual progression. It doesn't seem like the kind of disease that comes in spells. It's literal degradation, isn't it? That's damage done and done permanent. He scratches at his hair, cig pinned between his teeth.
"Shit, I'm no doctor, I can't give you a proper diagnosis, Teej. But I do know that something's been real off lately around here. Ever since the Natha turned the clock back on and let time resume, things have been real stop, go, rewind and fast forward. You get what I mean? The other day I took a piss and the stream froze mid-air. If you ever wanted proof in a higher power I can't think of anything better to give it to you."
Moreover, there was what happened soon after. He frowns.
"Then I ran into my buddy at the store. Except he'd gotten fifteen years shaved off his face and was gawking around like a baby. Didn't recognize me one bit."
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Holy shit. Richie draws back some in surprise, even if he ought not to be so shocked. Amidst all the wacky and weird phenomenons, there were still very humble hurts and curses afflicting the refugees. Hell, he was living with an AIDS victim.
What he doesn't get is the follow up. Not for a few years. He's silent a moment, studying her. He pats his jacket pocket and pulls out a smoke, lighting it with the zippo and taking a studious puff. It's rather professor-like. Had he a pipe instead and his glasses on in lieu of contacts, he'd be the spitting image of an intellectual.
"Not for a few years." His lips thin. "I'm not sure I'm catching your drift. You mean it hasn't hit you this bad for a few years, or that it's not supposed to have gone so haywire on your nerves yet?"
With his dim knowledge of medicine, Richie is only half certain that it's supposed to be a gradual progression. It doesn't seem like the kind of disease that comes in spells. It's literal degradation, isn't it? That's damage done and done permanent. He scratches at his hair, cig pinned between his teeth.
"Shit, I'm no doctor, I can't give you a proper diagnosis, Teej. But I do know that something's been real off lately around here. Ever since the Natha turned the clock back on and let time resume, things have been real stop, go, rewind and fast forward. You get what I mean? The other day I took a piss and the stream froze mid-air. If you ever wanted proof in a higher power I can't think of anything better to give it to you."
Moreover, there was what happened soon after. He frowns.
"Then I ran into my buddy at the store. Except he'd gotten fifteen years shaved off his face and was gawking around like a baby. Didn't recognize me one bit."