[That's it. A bunch of pieces in his head, and none of them are connecting. None of them explain why he feels so uncomfortable in his own skin, why his hands feel empty, why he keeps watching the horizon and the people that occasionally walk by like he's expecting them to be somebody else. It's frustrating.
He looks over at Noah, offers a small, quick twitch of his lips that might be a smile if you tilt your head to the side and pretend real hard.]
Ten Thousand. I remember my friends call me 10K, but that's about it. Weird, huh?
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He looks over at Noah, offers a small, quick twitch of his lips that might be a smile if you tilt your head to the side and pretend real hard.]
Ten Thousand. I remember my friends call me 10K, but that's about it. Weird, huh?