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POV: Luke
Luke opens the door to Tom’s room, leaning on the frame. It creaks loudly, and Tom, slouched over and tinkering with something, turns to look at him.
Why am I doing this? This is stupid. They’re probably just dreams. Still, he feels like he should tell someone, and who better than-
“Tom?” He attempts to sound more confident than he is, “Can I ask you something?”
Tom stops fiddling with… whatever it is he has – it looks like a leather-bound book, maybe – and, snarky as ever, replies, “You just did, but yes.”
Luke hesitates, debating whether or not Tom would make fun of him. He rapidly comes to the conclusion of probably. “Do you ever… remember things? Things that you don’t understand?”
Raising an eyebrow, Tom answers, “Yes? I mean,” he laughed softly, “we’ve been friends with AJ for long enough that I’d be surprised if I didn’t.”
“True enough. But,” Luke runs a hand through his hair, trying to think of a way to explain, “I mean memories that don’t feel like your own, but also… do?”
Tom, straightening from his previously kneeling position, turns to face him, furrowing his eyebrows. If Luke hadn’t known him for years, he would’ve thought his expression was one of confusion. As it was, Luke had known Tom for years, and could see a hint of something else. Something that almost seems… expecting. Ready. Waiting.
“Like memories from another life?” Tom pressed, like he was looking for something. Confirmation, maybe? But for what?
“I mean, I suppose so. But you’re in most of them. So are Sam and AJ, though he still has hair.”
Tom slightly tilted his head, a hint of a smile on his face. “And what are we doing? What kind of setting is it?” He leans down, still towering over Luke, but less than before.
“We- we’re knights, and I’m always giving out instructions.” This was kind of freaking Luke out a bit, if he’s being honest. “It’s old and there’s a castle and a kingdom-”
Tom leans back, smiles and closes his eyes, sighs quietly, and opens them again. Now smirking.
“Took you long enough, you prat.”