Slipping out of the house he shared with Fiona and Arin shouldn't have been as easy as it was, but Tristan had always been quieter, easily slipping into the background ever since he came back from space and the surrounding. Even now -
Those memories were just as elastic and fuzzy as the rest of them whenever he had tried to think of anything that wasn't Aluminite or anything that he had built and foraged now.
Slipping from Tristan to Midgard was easy, almost too easy, and he felt more comfortable in this second, magical skin that he did in his usual one. He hated that, because it reminded him of everything wrong with his life and he moved forward, combing through the filtering streets of downtown DC slowly but purposely.
He needed a distraction, desperately.
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