It throws him for a second, confused. Is this guy trying to hit on him? Maybe? That's not anything he's all that used to and he knows he looks like hell. "Right. If you go for the 'chronically exhausted' look."
The guy introduces himself and it's as though everything goes still and silent for a moment, everything around him pushed to the background. He'd last seen Epsilon on the ice and snow of Sidewinder, when he'd had every intention of dragging him kicking and screaming back to Control if he had to. Of course the Meta had other ideas. He wishes he was still that angry, instead of tired and still reeling from being dragged here. He thinks he'd take it better.
"Epsilon." It's a shaky exhale. No wonder the voice had pinged something in the back of his head. "Interesting name."
It's a lame response, and he knows it, but there's memories clamouring in his head and it takes most of his willpower to hold that off. First Alpha and York, now this.
Re: Friday, around lunchtime, at the park
The guy introduces himself and it's as though everything goes still and silent for a moment, everything around him pushed to the background. He'd last seen Epsilon on the ice and snow of Sidewinder, when he'd had every intention of dragging him kicking and screaming back to Control if he had to. Of course the Meta had other ideas. He wishes he was still that angry, instead of tired and still reeling from being dragged here. He thinks he'd take it better.
"Epsilon." It's a shaky exhale. No wonder the voice had pinged something in the back of his head. "Interesting name."
It's a lame response, and he knows it, but there's memories clamouring in his head and it takes most of his willpower to hold that off. First Alpha and York, now this.