Cautiously stepping out from behind Hiccup again, he walked up to the screen showing the kid sitting in his shabby home with nothing but the TV for company, watching with a kind of pained sympathy.
“Martin.” He doesn’t turn from the screen when he answers, and the name slipped out without a thought before he could catch himself, wincing in mild irritation when it hits him.“That’s not my name. I can’t say my name.”
“Not that I’m complaining.” He finally turns from the screen to say that bit, addressing the room at large, as if Josh might as well be the house itself. Maybe he was in a way. “Funny gag. Mildly inconvenient, but...Martin will just do for now.”
Turning back to the screen, he chewed on the edge of his lip, arms loosely folding over his chest as he watched the kid, thinking over what he wanted to say.
“Couldn’t help noticing you put me in a house without any parents. Was that just a coincidence? Symbolism? Projection? Or…”
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“Martin.” He doesn’t turn from the screen when he answers, and the name slipped out without a thought before he could catch himself, wincing in mild irritation when it hits him.“That’s not my name. I can’t say my name.”
“Not that I’m complaining.” He finally turns from the screen to say that bit, addressing the room at large, as if Josh might as well be the house itself. Maybe he was in a way. “Funny gag. Mildly inconvenient, but...Martin will just do for now.”
Turning back to the screen, he chewed on the edge of his lip, arms loosely folding over his chest as he watched the kid, thinking over what he wanted to say.
“Couldn’t help noticing you put me in a house without any parents. Was that just a coincidence? Symbolism? Projection? Or…”