[ Being touched by Peter - finally - was a sincere relief, like being allowed to slip into his own bed after weeks away. He felt tension ease out of him, almost, and let his eyes close too. After a moment he opened them, looking around the familiar room in which he'd found himself. He reached out to touch the wall beside him, as close as Peter was, and felt a whirl of similar relief when he felt no memories come to him. He could touch things here and not be overwhelmed by it all, touch Peter; he squeezed his hand hard. ]
It looks like our apartment, but it's not. Where are we? No, don't tell me.
[ He refused to let go of Peter's hand now he had it, instead stepping forward and pulling Peter after him, trying to work it out for himself. There was a picture of Peter with a woman and a man - the older woman was his mother, and the older he had seen in his stolen memories; Peter's older brother Nathan. There were books on medicine, old student reading but not much in the way of personal effects. The appartment wasn't decorated to handle a family, or even a couple, just a med student barely scraping by living alone. ]
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It looks like our apartment, but it's not. Where are we? No, don't tell me.
[ He refused to let go of Peter's hand now he had it, instead stepping forward and pulling Peter after him, trying to work it out for himself. There was a picture of Peter with a woman and a man - the older woman was his mother, and the older he had seen in his stolen memories; Peter's older brother Nathan. There were books on medicine, old student reading but not much in the way of personal effects. The appartment wasn't decorated to handle a family, or even a couple, just a med student barely scraping by living alone. ]
This is your apartment.