[ this is all...a little too much. chromedome is dead -- his chromedome, anyway -- but the warmth of his hand around rewind's is real, impossible to deny. and the unprovoked sincerity of his proclamation crashes through rewind, catching him right in the spark. ]
Chromedome, you -- [ his voice wavers a little, wanting badly to reciprocate, but -- he knows that this may not really be his chromedome. and he can't bring himself to risk misleading someone who might be spoken for -- and more than that, he wouldn't take this away from another version of himself. ] Remember what? What's -- what's the last thing you remember, before here?
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Chromedome, you -- [ his voice wavers a little, wanting badly to reciprocate, but -- he knows that this may not really be his chromedome. and he can't bring himself to risk misleading someone who might be spoken for -- and more than that, he wouldn't take this away from another version of himself. ] Remember what? What's -- what's the last thing you remember, before here?