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[ isn't entirely there even when the plane comes to a complete stop; the noise ringing in his head is as painful as he remembers it being, making him sway a bit while pressing a hand to his forehead. the world before his eyes seems to double, triple, merge back into one, then double again, while the blueprint-world throbs in noisy emptiness. makes small whimpering noises when they're walking, barely hanging onto consciousness by focusing on that comforting, erratic heartbeat he knows is near.

gropes around for a smaller hand that he knows is around (but can't remember why it would be right this moment) while mumbling absentmindedly under his breath in german, as if he's welcoming himself back home. ]

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[ breaks free from caleb's hold as he sits up straight again, eyes not meet caleb's as he tries to figure out how to start. his hands move towards a larger set, however, simply placing them there lightly. ]

The people you call my family aren't... really my family. Not really, anyway. We're all parts of Albert, the guy I had to hide you from the last time you were over at my place. Clones, sort of. Then there's Brianna, Damon, me and...