@ofvast / starter call.
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If anything, this should be something he should bring up with Oliver, since he’s the one asking questions and demanding answers. And Graham will! Eventually. Once he figures out how to bring it up with someone who has never once knowingly encountered Primordial Fear.
Mike is, theoretically, a little easier to talk to in that regard, because at least he was there when that... what-the-hell, body-snatcher or whatever shifted its way out of the table.
Not that it’s the only reason Graham lets Mike know he can come over whenever: he’s worried about him, rail-thin and as jumpy as Graham was on his worst days when the table was his. And Mike’s got his own secrets, too, that much Graham can at least guess at. He does not need the Watcher for that, although it likes to hint at things that make him uneasy to know without Mike’s knowing.
The usual how-are-yous float by, tea and coffee and anything else is offered, and silence settles until Graham can muster the courage to actually talk.
“You reckon...” He clears his throat and readjusts his grip on his cup. “I mean, besides that thing in the table, there’s... a lot more out there, I think, in the world that people don’t know about. All sorts of horrible stuff.” He hesitates to ask; he’d asked Oliver the other day about what he thought about Graham, and he’d gotten nothing but the truth, equally angry and loving. Oliver’s at his dad’s again for a bit. “... But at least it can be... roughly-categorized. I think.” He leaves the floor open. If Mike doesn’t think he’s absolutely off his rocker.
