[ Now Alex feels bad for Will suddenly hacking up a lung, and he can- he can feel it, internally, a tickle in his chest that isn’t his, a roughness like on a secondary level, it’s fascinating—but also, serves him right, and Alex is able to think that for about two seconds before the gashes on not-his back tingle and scream. Everything reverberates in his chest cavity, endless echolocation.
Alex lets out a breath that’s his, and then breathes it back in. He barely processes it until I can remove it and then he frantically shakes his head. ]
N-no! No, I mean— [ “I felt what you felt. ...I still feel you.” He never understood it before. Not really. He didn’t understand what she meant. ] You don’t... Just, teach me...how to control it. I don’t think it’s bad.
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Alex lets out a breath that’s his, and then breathes it back in. He barely processes it until I can remove it and then he frantically shakes his head. ]
N-no! No, I mean— [ “I felt what you felt. ...I still feel you.” He never understood it before. Not really. He didn’t understand what she meant. ] You don’t... Just, teach me...how to control it. I don’t think it’s bad.