[ John Watson. A common enough name maybe if your parents don't mind the connection, but there's a brief moment where that connection catches him off guard all the same. Because coincidences don't seem to have much of a place here in the nowhere between universes, orb couriers seemingly very precisely selected from a stock of infinite possibility.
The mild, out of place anxiety of it grips him for precisely long enough to allow him to overlook the brief if blatant reaction to his own name. He reaches out to shake the offered hand with one whose tremors are for now slight enough that on a quick, firm shake it might almost be steady. ]
Probably not, it's not exactly a vacation. [ And where to go from here, still slightly caught on the back foot by an incredibly inoffensive name... ] Have you met many of us yet?
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The mild, out of place anxiety of it grips him for precisely long enough to allow him to overlook the brief if blatant reaction to his own name. He reaches out to shake the offered hand with one whose tremors are for now slight enough that on a quick, firm shake it might almost be steady. ]
Probably not, it's not exactly a vacation. [ And where to go from here, still slightly caught on the back foot by an incredibly inoffensive name... ] Have you met many of us yet?