laytondressing | The Music of Thought.

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The Music of Thought.

[Finding his way to the roof, Dimitri stares at what appear to be stars. Stars that no one can get too. He feels compelled to look down, but he's sure the heights would make him sick. He wants to know what's down there. Could it be an abyss to nothing, like an H.P. Lovecraft story? Or is there an outside, and the only way to get to it is to jump?

His other idea is, perhaps they're all dead. If they were, that means they're all dead from different dimensions and times. But what if this was death? Stuck in a place like this, to show you all your flaws, and let out all your secrets, with no way out, and the closest you can get to outside is the rooftop. In any case, he doesn't look down.

All he knows is he needs some one to snap him out of this thinking, before he seriously considers jumping.]

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[Clive is sat up on the rooftop already. He's resorted to this place because as much as his double has showed him the snow room, this is the only place where he doesn't feel closed in. There's less to see around him than in the snow room, maybe, but that place is still a room, and Clive can't get his head around it properly, so no matter that it's more of a wide open space, he feels trapped in there. This place is more open, and he's used to open. It reminds him of home - not London, but home, the cottage they'd lived at.

He glances up sharply when he hears footsteps, staring when he sees who it is. Dimitri... He wants to say hello, but... what if it isn't his Dimitri? He'll probably make an ass of himself in that case.

But, much as he wants to avoid that... it's Dimitri. This place has been the first time since before the explosion that Clive hasn't seen the man every day, and he misses him. Even if it isn't his Dimitri, it's still a Dimitri, and that's something, right?]

...hey.

[He turns around sharply to see Clive. Hr hadn't even noticed the boy before, but nevertheless, he probably should say something back.]

[With a slight, solemn smile, Dimitri sighs.]

Oh, hi. I didn't see you there, Clive. What's up?

Ahh... not much, I'll admit. Care to join me?

[He feels stupid already. This will turn out to be a different Dimitri, knowing his luck, and then he'll end up being disappointed and making an ass of himself. He sighs.]

Really, I think I need someone to distract me from thinking. My thoughts just keep going around in circles lately.

Sure.

[He sighs and sits next to him.]

Lord, I know. What have you have been thinking?

...I've been thinking about you, mostly.

[He sighs, leaning lightly against Dimitri's side out of habit.]

Well. You're probably not from my world, are you?

[He leaned his head, against his out of habit.]

Knowing this place probably not. What was your Dimitri like, just so I can see.

Well... after the explosion, I went to live with him. But the other versions of myself that I've met here... both said they lived with a woman called Constance Dove.

I wish that were so. You lived with me a while but then stayed with Mrs. Dove. Though, after the uh, Layton incident, we talked about staying with me. I hope that happens.

So I take it I'm not?

Guess not, no...

[He sighs and curls his knees to his chest.]

God, it's so weird... I mean, back home, I don't think I've gone a day without seeing you since we started living together. And here... this is the first time I've seen any version of you, and it's still not... my you.

I know how that feels.

[He sighs, shaking his head and places a hand on Clive's back.]

It's so weird how different but similar it all is. Well, at least there's some familiarity right?

[Clive tenses a little, then leans into the touch.]

Well, true... I guess it just feels... lonely. I'm not just without the man who I live with, I'm without my...

[He shakes his own head.]

Never mind.

[He raised an eyebrow.]

...your...your what?

Don't worry about it. Honestly, it's... I shouldn't have said it. I was being presumptuous.

Lemme guess! Your boyfriend or father. Which one?

...well, it's the first, but now you've just made it sound weird.

Sorry, I didn't mean too.

Well, I understand. I suppose that's not the first time I've heard it. I mean, I've heard other Clive's having a crush on me. I don't know. I'm sorry, I don't think I can help you. But it is me. I'm still Dimitri.

[He tries patting his back sympathetically.]

Yeah, I know. I... wouldn't want anything to happen anyway, even if you were interesting. It'd feel like cheating, even if you are technically the same person.

[He sighs again, shutting his eyes.]

I guess... it's because I spent so long living with you, in my world. I mean... I had a crush on you, like you said about my double... and then I was with you the whole time and it just never went away. God. It took so long to convince you that I meant it, though. You thought I'd just want to move on after a couple weeks and find someone my own age.

[Smiling faintly to himself, he chews at his thumbnail.]

Sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.

[He shakes his head with a genuine smile.]

Not at all. I understand what you're saying.

It's...it's actually kind of cute. The Clive in my world seemed to always have a crush on me, but I never really realized until...recently. Sorry, I'm not trying to insult you or anything, by calling you cute, if it does...I don't know. I'm sorry.

[And here he begins biting on the corner of his bottom lip.]

No, it's fine. I understand what you're getting at.

[He laughs a little to himself.]

Always having a crush on you... yeah, about sums it up.

That makes sense, now that I think about it.

You know, you've always been a good friend to me. Possibly my best, in my world. I'm glad you're something to me and I to you where you are. I hope I've given my Clive that. He wanted to come stay with me again, I was willing to let him. God, I need to get out of this place, it's messing with my mind.

You're definitely my best friend back home, as well as my boyfriend. And I'm sure your Clive feels the same. I mean... even with the differences that I know about already between the worlds, I can't see myself ever seeing you as not at least one of my best friends, whatever life I'd lead.

...I know what you mean, too. About this place messing with your head. God. Back home, you and Layton had been working together. You were trying to find out more about the explosion, because you'd come with me to London when I went to Uni and run into him. You... got attacked, and they tried to pin it on me. I didn't even get to find out if my Dimitri is okay. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault anyway. I was the one who chose to go to Gressenheller, I was the one that brought everything back up for you two.

Knowing me, I'm a fighter. I'm probably okay I know that doesn't really help anyone, but I'm trying to be motivational.

[He grins a bit.]

That is such certaintly not what happened in my world.

I hope so. God. I just wish I could find out for certain.

Yeah, though, I know things are pretty different elsewhere. I mean, neither of the doubles I met would tell me much, but they did say that it was different.

Yes, it is quite different.

Well...hmm.

[He keeps his head leaned against Clive's and sighs.]

Was the Dimitri in your world in love with Claire Foley?

Ah... yeah, he was. I've always known that... sometimes I couldn't come first for him. It's why... it was part of the reason that I chose to study at Gressenheller. I think I hoped that... if he could deal with what had happened, maybe he'd be able to... get over her better.

God, I don't know.

[Clive chews his lip, staring off into space.]

...it sounds selfish, when I say it like that.

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