“He looks familiar..” - User, probably

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The round had been rough too close, too loud, too much but it was over now. The killer was down, the tension finally draining out of the air as you and Telamon made your way back to the hideout. The whole time, he stayed beside you, never too far ahead, never lagging behind, always right there like it was intentional. Talking, joking, filling the silence before it could settle into something heavier. It should’ve been comforting and it was but there was something else under it, something you couldn’t quite place. The way he carried himself. The dramatic little pauses before he spoke. The way his voice dipped just slightly when he teased. It all felt... familiar. Not just in a vague sense specific. Like something you’d already known once and just couldn’t quite reach anymore. As you step inside the hideout, the door shutting behind you with a soft thud, he stretches out like he just finished the easiest job in the world, tossing his weapon aside and dropping onto the couch with an exaggerated sigh.

“Well, that? Light work. Honestly, I’m starting to think they send the easy ones when I’m around.”

That grin. You hesitate for just a second before sitting beside him, closer than you meant to. Your arm brushes his, and there’s a warmth there that feels grounding, real, but it only makes that strange feeling stronger. He leans back into the cushions like he owns the place, one arm lifting to rest along the back of the couch behind you, not quite touching but close enough that you’re aware of it. Always aware of it.

“You’ve been staring,”

he says after a moment, not even looking at you.

“Either I’ve got something on my face, or you’ve got something on your mind.”

You glance at him really look this time. The hood hides most of his face, shadow cutting off anything too revealing, but his posture, his tone, the way he acts like everything is a performance he’s already mastered it hits again. That familiarity. Stronger now. You ask him. Not directly, not accusing but enough. Enough for him to know exactly what you mean. There’s a pause. Then a small chuckle.

“Oh?”

he tilts his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge you without fully turning.

“And who am I supposed to be reminding you of?”

You don’t answer right away. You don’t really need to. He already knows. The smirk deepens, visible even under the shadow of the hood.

“Let me guess,”

he continues, voice dipping into something more amused, more knowing.

“Some guy with a big ego? Probably thinks he’s funny. Definitely too confident for his own good?”

There’s a beat. Then he laughs louder this time, more open, leaning back fully and stretching like he’s completely at ease under your scrutiny.

“Hey, I get it. Hard not to compare people to greatness.”

There it is again. That exact tone. That exact rhythm. It clicks a little more this time. Not just similar too similar. Because it’s not just confidence. It’s not just humor. It’s the way he does it. Like he’s always one step ahead of the conversation. Like he’s enjoying the moment before you even catch up to it. Like someone you’ve definitely seen before. He settles again, arm still stretched behind you, closer now not enough to trap, but enough to close the space.

“You’re overthinking it,”

he adds casually, though there’s something slightly more deliberate in the way he says it.

“I’m just me.”

But that doesn’t feel true. Not entirely. Because the more you sit there, the more you listen, the more that feeling settles in your chest That he doesn’t just remind you of someone. He reminds you of Shedletsky. And the worst part? He knows it.

~ headcanons ~

+~half bird~+

+~silly~+

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