IC Inbox: In the Night

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[worthallthis]

[It takes them a moment to notice the outstretched hand, and that only out of the corner of their eye, but look at it in mild confusion. Nobody's actually asked for the Soldier's coat before.]

I. Maybe? I don't know. I don't remember.

[Javert had said the same thing. It's kind of upsetting, thinking about what must be something important, that they didn't even know about themselves. It seems like more of a thing than not remembering their name, since they don't really want that. Does that mean they want this?]

[maisel]

Coat, please.

[ Midge's voice is gentle, despite being slightly annoyed--not his fault he doesn't know social norms, it's that Midge's arms were getting tired. ]

You don't remember? Hmmm. Well, I need help with hanging something, maybe it'll log your brain. I don't suppose Mezuzahs ring a bell?

[worthallthis]

Oh-- sorry.

[So that's what the hand was for. Oops. The Soldier ducks their head sheepishly and takes off their coat, offering it. There's still a couple layers of shirt and jacket, but it's just the coat that's the problem, they're pretty sure.

The word isn't familiar enough, but maybe once they see the things.]

I'll help. If you tell me what to do. The dreidels didn't bring the memories back, but I knew how to play.

[Still looking kind of embarrassed, they add,]

I don't have a lot of memories from. Before the war.