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“ Maybe I can help you with that! ” the other Wilson replied, rather brightly. “ I admit I don’t usually end up sticking around in worlds long enough to get a calendar down, and my notes don’t tend to travel with me, but I’m sure if we put our heads together we could figure out something. “

Though his more positive demeanor abruptly faded as he got the answer he’d been waiting for. In fact, his expression shifted from eager excitement to outright shock at those words.

“ Eight…years? “

Even after two, Wilson was beginning to feel a bit disgruntled, a bit upset, but he tried to keep going simply to prove to Maxwell and Charlie and Them and whoever else was trying to make his life hell that they wouldn’t take him down so easily.

“ …Assuming you started off around my age, well…in our world, eight years would make you nearly forty… “

Wilson stared up at his duplicate with a genuine worry. It certainly explained a lot of the rougher appearance of this alternate. He couldn’t fathom it–eight years of his life gone with no sign of escape…

Though with a churning in his stomach, he supposed it was pretty reasonable.

The night coming provided a welcome distraction as Wilson fished around in his backpack for a half-spent torch.

“ You have something for light, don’t you?…Of course you would, by now you’d know to be prepared…My god, eight years. I’d thought…I’d thought for sure I’d find some way home before that long passed… “

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“Well, sure. I could use some help,” he seemed genuinely pleased by the proposition. It’d be nice to have someone around for once.

He allowed himself to smile with a slight melancholy, watching the younger man fish through his bag. It was kind of cute, in a way. To think back to the days where he had a torch out minutes before nightfall. Always prepared to take on the night... now-a-days, he just eased into it, only pulling out the torch if he needed to, keeping it tied to his belt loop and always knowing exactly where to reach to get it...

“Yeah, yeah. ‘Bout eight years or so. I lost track on the exact amount of days and uh, the world has regenerated a few times so it might be a bit more like... ten years... but... eh...” Still no move to reach for a light. A soft purse of his lips was playfully given as he contemplated his age. “...Do I look fourty?” Eyebrows raised, it was an honest question. He knew he must have looked rugged but if he really thought about it, he didn’t feel like he had aged much. Physically, anyway. Sometimes his knee got sore, and occasionally it felt like his bones were a little creaky, and hell, mentally he felt like he aged about twenty years but... did it show? A soft puff of air came through his nose. A laugh? He should have expected he’d look much older, honestly. It was just a surprise to actually... hear it. “Well... ‘escape’ is a tough concept here. Still working on that too. Haven’t gotten too far on my own, unfortunately. I still need to give ol’ Maxy a good few knocks on the throne room door, if you know what I mean.” He probably didn’t know what he meant. What a dumb thing to say. “Anyways, like I always say, ‘keep two torches on ya at all times.’ I’m always prepared for the night, so don’t you worry ‘bout me.”

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Admittedly, that tone concerned Wilson–it was hiding something underneath that Wilson wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know about. Come to think of it, this version of him seemed much more…roughed up than he himself was, though perhaps he was simply too busy to consider personal appearance? Maybe he was still on his own?

But that didn’t explain the eye…

On the question, a finger went to his chin and his eyes half-lidded in concentration.

“ You of all people should know that it’s a bit awkward telling time in this place, eheh…But, ah, I’d like to say a little over a year? Two? No idea what it’s been on the outside. What about you? “

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“Hahah... yeah, you’d be right about that as well...”

“Honestly, I’ve tried making calendars but the tick marks are more convenient and less... uh...” He thought about how he had tried to map out all the dates, but was effectively terrible at predicting the full moons in doing so.

“...Well, let’s just say, I’m working on it,” he finalized, leaning on a large stick he had been planning to use for a cane.

“Oh, me? It’s been uh...” The strange man looks off towards the trees, pursing his lips slightly and judging the size of the moon. It would be dark in a few moments but he didn’t seem too worried. After satisfying himself with his calculations, he rolled up the sleeve on his left arm and glanced down at the skin, looking at something as if it was a watch.

“A little over eight years or... something like that,” he said with confidence, looking back up at the younger man and rolling his sleeve back down.

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Wilson shook his counterpart’s hand firmly, eagerly, though it was only now that he noticed the dirt. His smile gradually dropped as he looked down at their hands, then up at his double’s face with a vaguely distressed expression now on his face.

“ I mean, I made it here thanks to my own intellect–our intellect, I suppose… ”

He attempted to force a chuckle, though it quickly faded. What was wrong with this version of him? Wilson tilted his head to the side, a frown turning the corners of his lips down.

“ …What’s happened to you? ”

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A strong grip held firmly onto the handshake, almost painfully so. Once he had convinced himself that there was really someone else there, and not just some trick, he slowly let go and quirked a smile at the young man.

The question--one that would normally make him pity himself--made him chuckle. Although, closing his eyes, and shaking his head briefly made his amusement clearly half-hearted.

"A better question is, what hasn't happened to me?" The following laugh he gave under his breath was an attempt to cover up the dark undertones but it didn't seem successful. He made quick work to change the subject.

“How long have you been here?”

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!! "Oh!" He seems very excited, rubbing his hands together and giving a huge, doofy grin. "It's another me, hello! I figured that it was possible to see an alternate version of myself what with all of the timeline shenanigans going on but I--I never actually thought I would! This is brilliant! There's so much I could learn from you!"

The voice catches him off-guard. The sudden tension in his shoulders is noticeable before he turns to him.“Oh… yeah, hey…” He disarms himself from the spear that he’s carrying and properly faces him, standing straighter. His good eye flashes with pity as he realizes just how young this Wilson seems, and oh, how worn down and tired he had become in comparison to this eccentric fellow…“It happens, certainly. You’re not wrong about that. I’ve already seen a few… ‘others’.” A grimy, calloused hand, reaches for his, offering a handshake. “Glad you made it out here, at least. Someone must have had mercy on you.”

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