It made sense, but considering he'd woken up in a pod of some kind and then got locked a movie theatre in a showing of a flick that had been out of theatres for more than five years, anything was possible. Maybe it was all automated. Maybe it was a simulation. Maybe they were dead somewhere, and this was a level of Hell Dean hadn't visited before.
He didn't share his ramblings with Diana, though. No use in troubling her with his inability to keep his shit together. People trusted him more when he had all of his shit gathered and held close anyway, and for the time being, all they had were each other.
Instead, he nodded. "Yeah. And that thing said something about an audience - what's that about?" He thought of his cell phone, of tiny James Bond cameras, of things he only vaguely understood about the NSA. "Who's watching us and why?" He looked at the movie screen where Peter and Mary Jane were hugging. Tobey Maguire never had these problems, right?
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He didn't share his ramblings with Diana, though. No use in troubling her with his inability to keep his shit together. People trusted him more when he had all of his shit gathered and held close anyway, and for the time being, all they had were each other.
Instead, he nodded. "Yeah. And that thing said something about an audience - what's that about?" He thought of his cell phone, of tiny James Bond cameras, of things he only vaguely understood about the NSA. "Who's watching us and why?" He looked at the movie screen where Peter and Mary Jane were hugging. Tobey Maguire never had these problems, right?