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Then explain.

[He's still looking pretty squirrelly, but he seems okay as long as Hans is keeping his distance. Not one for talking or being friendly though.]

[ Oh, great. Hans was actually kind of hoping Lee would ask more questions and yet. Well. ]

Okay, first can you tell me what's the last thing you remember? This might be easier to explain if I know what kind of context we're working with.

[ Logic, take that. ]

[Lee makes an impatient sound, glancing away.]

I was - at work, what does it matter?

Well, you're obviously not at work, is what I'm saying.

[ Hans shrugs. This is totally fine! Wow, he is a good liar. ]

I wanted to see how much you remember. [ Like, was that before his show, or after... ] Do you remember having headaches at all? Or maybe blacking out?

Yeah, no shit.

[HE SORT OF NOTICED HE'S NOT AT WORK HANS THANKS]

What are you getting at?

[ HE'S TRYING TO FIND COMMON GROUND HERE, LEE. ]

I'm saying that while you blacked out... well, you may have been sleepwalking? Except, not quite.

[ I mean, he really hopes the Balladeer is the one who's asleep and that Lee isn't really the guy normally in charge, that would be awful. He can't be in love with both of them ~~or can he??~~ ]

Does that make sense?

...no.

[This explanation is not impressive.]

I don't sleepwalk.

[ Hans shrugs. Dammit, he thought that made a fair amount of sense? ]

Well, you wouldn't know if you did, would you?

I don't know, I think my wife'd notice.

[OHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

[ OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHIT ]

Um.

[ Give him. A minute. He. He was not prepared for that bomb. In fact, if he thinks too hard on it, he'll probably scream.

But okay, true love. He really just has to keep Lee for however long it takes for the Balladeer to come back. He just has to come back, right? ]

Do you know a guy named Booth?

No.

[He might if someone hadn't stolen him out of his damn show before his scene. But hey, at least he doesn't quite seem perceptive enough to have picked up on Hans's weird reaction to the news of a stranger being married.]

Look, I just want to go back home, okay? I don't wanna be part of whatever this is.

[ Oh jeez, if he never met Booth then he probably doesn't even know he was on a show. Why couldn't Bal have mentioned that his Assassin counterpart was married??

No, those are two separate issues. One thing at a time, Hans. ]

I don't... I don't know if that's going to be possible.

[ Man, Hans can't decide if he should lie to him or not, there's no reading this guy. Not in any way that ends in Hans and Bal's favor. ]

There's no this, that's the truth. This is where I live, with you. And where you... look.

[ Okay, now seems like a great time to provide some photographic evidence to scare the crap out of Lee. There's gotta be a picture of the two of them framed around their living room somewhere. Hans grabs a frame off the wall. This one is of their first Christmas together, a selfie in the yard surrounded by Christmas lights everywhere. ]

Take a look, Lee. That's... that's us.

[First of all, how dare you

He leans closer to look at the photo, and immediately backpedals, hands in his pockets, hunched defensively.]

That's bullshit! I have never seen you before in my life - [is he backing in the correct direction to leave the house? yes, he is, he keeps going] - and I am leaving now.

[ Listening to the soundtrack will do that, okay.

And Hans, haha, well he doesn't owe Lee anything kind. But he's still kind of The Balladeer, there's just no way of explaining it that would possibly make sense. Maybe if he showed him one of the doors or—hey, who taught you how to escape, mister? That gives him an idea.

Hans takes a few measured steps, but doesn't follow. That'll just make him run. He's got a better idea. ]

If you don't remember anything, how is it you're heading straight to the front door? You've never been here, have you?

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I can see it.

[He glances over his shoulder again, and the door is still there. Yes siree bob.]

Any of these doors could lead outside though.

[ Hans motions to the doors around him. True enough, doors are weird in their house. ]

You could have picked that one-- [ He points past the kitchen, the one they just came from. Actually, if he's an assassin, he could've easily grabbed a knife. So. ] Or any other. How'd you know?

I can see the lawn out that window! [He gestures angrily.] Of course the front door's in that direction! What is your point?

My point is, maybe you haven't been here before, but part of you remembers.

[ At least Hans sure hopes so. If/when Bal comes back he'll be pissed if Hans let him go home to the weird Assassin Carnival. ]

I didn't make up those pictures. There's more to this than just you.

And I didn't take them with you! This isn't science-fiction, people don't just forget things like that. Why would I be living with you anyway?

[ouch]

I...

[ Haha that's—oh.

Oh, that actually hurts more than Hans expected. He knows Lee isn't the Balladeer but they've been together a while and Bal is the only one who's always known who he was. Lee may not be Bal but he's kind of him? Maybe? Still seeing someone with the Balladeer's face say these things really hurts.

Keep it together, Hans.

He frowns and turns away, gathering his wits and biting he inside of his lip in frustration. His boyfriend is under there somewhere. This is weirdly part of him. He can do this. He loves Bal, for all that he would have thought that was a bad idea before. He can totally do this.

He can also ignore his question entirely. ]

Science fiction might not be the right genre, but you're close.

[ Hans turns around finally, calm and concerned, the hurt buried deep where it always goes. ]

I can prove it.

And how's that?

[He asked sarcastically, not sounding remotely interested in the actual answer.

.....and why is he wearing flannel?]

[ Wow flannel is great? Don't be rude, Lee. ]

I can show you, if you'll hear me out.

[ He's not gonna say "I have magic portals in this house" but you know. ]

Sure you can.

[Do it quick if you're gonna do it, mate, he's edging toward the door.]

You'll have to follow me this way.

[ Away from the door, but towards their room with... well, portal doors. But Hans knows that's gonna be a hard sell. There's probably more pictures and knick knacks decorating the house that way too, maybe it'll help? ]

If I can prove that there's magic in this house, will you at least consider what I have to say?

...sure.

[...yeah, but if Hans turns away to walk down the hall, Lee is def going to try to sneak out the front door. This is some Misery shit right here and he wants no part in it.]