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[bilocate]

Today is a day Alex is especially glad he brought his pocket notebook with him, as it means he can take notes on the weird PSA. He doesn't seem scared, or even particularly surprised, as he jots down some quick things to remember to ask his dad about later - interdimensional stuff sounds like something out of his dad's sci-fi movie collection - and makes a note to himself to look for the door home after no more than an hour. That's probably enough time to look around around without also being so long his parents will notice and get worried.

Once he's got his notebook stashed away again, he starts off towards the direction he's fairly sure he came from, just to make sure the door is there. After a few moments, he winces and clutches his head. Apparently, headaches could travel across dimensions, too. Biting his lip, he carefully looks around, trying to gauge which adult looks the least likely to be annoyed by a kid. Eventually, when the headache throbs especially badly, he gives up that endeavor to approach the nearest person who doesn't look clueless and asks, as politely as he can manage, "Do you know where I can get some aspirin? My head is killing me and it's been long enough since I took some I can have some more. I think."

If time worked the same across dimensions it would have been easier to tell, but alas.

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[coinbot]

Connor gives a vague frown of sympathy.

Alex's health is a little concerning. Connor wonders if there would be more medical information available to Alex back "home," in his own version of Detroit. Maybe even a more reliable treatment option. He's noticed that a number of the people he's met in the Nexus come from worlds or timelines without the scientific resources Connor's world takes for granted. He's already asked himself whether he ought to return and try to provide some of these advancements to the Nexus as a sort of humanitarian aid.

But that would mess with the natural order of things. That's ultimately not in his wheelhouse, and sometimes it's best not to interfere.

And besides. Connor can't go home. That would conflict with his new objective to study the Nexus.

(It could be that adhering so strictly to this objective he wrote is the only loophole he's found for getting to stay and explore this place.)

All that is much too complicated conversation for a child.

"Do you like them? Superhero movies?" he asks, quietly earnest.

[bilocate]

The vague frown is actually a pretty familiar expression to him. His mother does that all the time, usually when she's trying not to look too worried in front of him. His condition is a source of concern for most of the people in his life. That's why he tries to downplay it, even to his father, even when it gets bad. Alex doesn't want people to worry about him so much. They're being nice, but he always feels a little guilty for making them so stressed out.

Alex has watched enough sci-fi movies to know that trying to help people from another world or point in time can go wrong, but the nuances of that conversation would largely be beyond him. He's not an expert on science of any kind and he knows it. He's not science-y enough to know if Connor's a robot, android or cyborg, for instance. He won't ask because that's rude and being rude is always bad, regardless of who or what somebody is.

"I like superhero movies, sometimes. The old ones my dad has are a little cheesy, but they're still okay." There is no such thing as a bad superhero movie, to him. "Do you like them?"