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[makeachoice]

An eye cracks open, the other soon following, vision bleary as it adjusts. Chris is met by a pale sky, and the raising fog of his own breath as he exhales. Snow descends slowly and gently, but it comes down in bunches like frozen cotton balls, and they cover his face and his glasses like cold, haphazard kisses. His palms are flat against the ground, chilled by the layer of snow he's laying on top of, and his clothing, a casual sweater and jeans, are not fairing too well as what melts beneath him begins to seep in.

He sits up with a look of a vague confusion, his brow knit and his mouth curved into a pout. But realization soon sweeps over his expression after a quick inspection of the area with a couple turns of his head. Mismatched furniture left out into the open? That is much too coincidental for this to not be the Nexus, really. So, with eased resignation, he figures that the Nexus is exactly where he must be.

Most ungracefully, he stands, hands swatting at the snow clinging to himself as he moves to his feat. With hunched shoulders, he draws in on himself for warmth, and his hands clasp and rub together.

Now what? There are questions to answer, he thinks. He had once stumbled into this place, and then, recently, somehow, he had accidentally and unintentionally stumbled out. And now, here he is again.

"Is there, like, a guidebook to these doors or gateways or whatever..?" He half mumbles, mostly to himself. Of course there isn't. Some people are lucky and can easily come in and out as they please. Some are stuck here forever. Or they visit once, and then they leave, and they stay gone. Or, like Chris, they trip in and out of the place.

Okay.

Priorities.

Those questions can be asked later. Or ignored. It doesn't matter right now.

He has some people to find.

[ ooc; oh my. it really has been awhile, hasn't it? to the new, hi, i'm linds, i play chris from until dawn. to the old, hello, i've missed you all dearly. familiar and unfamiliar faces are both welcome to chat or pester this nerd. somebody please give the guy some mittens. thanks ♥ ]

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[makeachoice]

Chris knowing more about Han than Han realizes may have to do with the lack of prodding (though he certainly holds his fair share of curiosities). And home life has been somewhat of a sore topic for Chris, so he doesn't tend to lead conversations towards that route. The topic will inevitably pop up, however, and Han might be coerced into spilling some personal details there.

"Yeah?" The thought of actually being missed by the connection made has warmth bubbling within the pit of his stomach. It's nice, he thinks, to be missed in such a way. The pleasantness of the sensation is appreciated for just a moment because realization strikes from the last comment.

"You--You're kidding." He missed Halloween? And Christmas? What else? "What month is it?"

[ sorry this took so long! i was so busy last week that i couldn't get on! ]

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It is nice to be missed. Han has always been the kind of guy that thinks you can't really appreciate the full effect of how much you care about something until you feel it's absence in your heart. It might be a messed up way to look at the world, but when you think about it ... Solo is kind of a weird guy. Even among all the other weirdos of long ago and far, far away - he stands out.

He opens his mouth and it stays slightly agape for a beat or two. It's clear on his face that he's thinking about something or in this case, trying to remember something.

"January." He says finally, with a satisfied nod. The calendar of his home has different names, so it took him a moment to remember the Earth one. You have to give the man credit for how much he's trying to learn about their place.

[Nbd. Muse and writer are always happy to see Chris around.]