Merritt shakes his head again, increasingly aware of there being more presences in the room than just Dylan, of the oddness with his shadow. He blinks at Dylan's hands in front of him - and then goes still as Dylan reaches out to him. He doesn't resist, doesn't close his eyes, though he does frown.
"He was you, Dylan," he breathes, and his use of the wrong name probably speaks volumes to how nearly broken he is by all this. "I know you, and..." he tries to go on but ends up just cutting himself off, and his eyes do slip closed, now, against the possibility of hope.
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Date: 2016-06-16 08:58 pm (UTC)"He was you, Dylan," he breathes, and his use of the wrong name probably speaks volumes to how nearly broken he is by all this. "I know you, and..." he tries to go on but ends up just cutting himself off, and his eyes do slip closed, now, against the possibility of hope.