Russell opens his mouth as if to say something - and then promptly closes it with a sigh, eyes trailing over the reminds of the spilled drink for a few more moments before eventually focusing back on Informant. Well, yes, he was here now (when he shouldn’t, in his opinion), but he didn’t really know where here was. It was a bit frustrating he couldn’t even properly answer him, only nodding in response with a “mmhm”.
Well, he could at least manage some sounds it seemed like.
Though that’s when Russell noticed Informant’s movements, the way he rubbed at his throat doing enough to jolt a bit of panic into him as he reached forward, touching the others forearm.
Was he even aware he was doing that? It didn’t really seem like it but Russell’s concerned expression - brief as it was - said enough at least, he really did not like that. Then again, Informant doing that was Russell’s fault, wasn’t it?
He had knack for causing people to suffer even in death it seemed.
Pulling his hand back, he shifted a bit, pointing to Informant and then making a sweeping gesture to their surroundings, trying to ask the question of “How are you here, where is here?” hoping he would understand him. If anyone could read him best it would be him, they were the same person in the end after all.
No, he wasn’t aware. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done this, not noticing how his own hand was this close to an attempt at harming his own neck.
The Informant blinks a few times, eyes wide for just a few moments before returning back to their usual state. Though, even despite the calm face, his mind was racing a thousand miles per minute. He was about to--- this close to--- had he done that before and he just never noticed until Russell did?
“Sorry about that, “ It wasn’t often either of them had heard an apology towards them before, nor was it often that they would apologize, which made something like this a bit awkward, “Thank you for stopping me.”
He watches as Russell gestures--- pointing at him, before acknowledging the rest of the space. An eyebrow is raised as the Informant’s brain switches gears. The question, no. The questions that were being asked here...
“This would be Eidolon. A winter wonderland that doesn’t appear to be that advanced regarding technology, so we can’t play video games here,” Unfortunate, “And let me guess..., you want to know why I’m here, right?”
Or at least, how he was here, but they were one in the same question, really.
“I don’t quite get it myself, apparently people are brought here due to wanting a change of some sort but...,” A cross of the arms, as his hand lands on his chin in thoughts, “Ignoring the fact that I should also be dead, I’m only a part of your dream, so it really doesn’t make any sense.”
Another sigh is let out, and the Informant gets up--- gesturing to Russell to follow him to get more hot cocoa. “It’s really weird, I’ll give it that. The only ones from that dream that should be here are the others--- and yet, here I am? I’ve asked around but none of the locals really had an answer for this sort of situation.”
Though it did appear that he wasn’t the only one that had doppelgangers walking around the village. Which raised the young boy’s eyebrows pretty high up, there’s no way they were all created from a Happy Dream. It had to be a different circumstance.
...Still didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted to ask them about it, however.
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