[ The clothes he'd picked up at the police station were no match for the snow falling outside, a zippered hoodie over hospital scrubs, a white lab coat, now damp at the shoulders, over that. His medical kit is in one hand, in the old-fashioned leather bag his mother had given him, his house keys dangling ftom the other hand.
Junyoung is still trying to get his beatings, and he's moved toward the nearest post-it note to frown at it in confusion. So his attention is diverted when Cassian steps out, so he starts slightly, surprised. ]
Uh... yeah. Okay.
So you're my roommate?
[ His memories have already shifted, telling him yes, but it feels wrong. ]
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Junyoung is still trying to get his beatings, and he's moved toward the nearest post-it note to frown at it in confusion. So his attention is diverted when Cassian steps out, so he starts slightly, surprised. ]
Uh... yeah. Okay.
So you're my roommate?
[ His memories have already shifted, telling him yes, but it feels wrong. ]