Normally, Sal would go on his way without a second look, but something about this stranger drew his attention. Maybe it was the fact that he was lonely, maybe it was that this was the closest thing he’d had to genuine interaction in forever, maybe it was just that the stranger was also alone in the dead of night–
Maybe it was the scars covering the stranger’s face.
Sal’s eye widened slightly at the sight of the scars, at how they reminded him of the scars marring his own face beneath his mask, and he stopped.
“You were on mine, too,” he said carefully, not quite sure how to express his sudden desire to know this stranger, to learn more, to interact with someone besides his fucking cat.
It hit Sal, then, how weird he was being. It was clear the stranger didn’t recognize him, and his instincts were screaming at him to take advantage of that and leave before he did, but… somehow, Sal wanted to stay.
“… You alright?” The moment the words left his mouth, Sal cursed internally. What a dumb fucking question.
Jerry looked at the stranger and saw the mask, and saw the darkness where a eye should have been. He carefully looked over the stranger, blue hair and blue eyes, neat. Though something about him felt....different. It wasn’t bad different, it was as if this man wasn’t a normal human.
Though the thought struck him that maybe he could figure out, at the very least where he was.
“I’m alright, though, would you happen to know where I am? I’m lost as fuck.”
Humans could get lost too right? He hoped so since asking for directions was apparently harder then it seemed here.
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