[ Names are complicated. His especially. There's too much history to unpack it here, least of all in a way that would make sense to anyone else, and he doesn't especially want to explain that part of himself to anyone. The people who'd care are dead or he has plans to make them that way. But the simple truth is Sharkface comes across too distinctive, the wrong kind of memorable, to serve any purpose in this place. He could use his first name, though he hasn't in years and the thought of it leaves a sour taste in his throat. Like lying. ]
Ephemera.
[ It takes him too long to answer. She's smart enough to pick up on that, despite all the shit that just happened. But it's not a lie, precisely, even if it feels like one. No one ever called him Terrence, but he was Ephemera to a few specific people who loved him, and who are now gone.
He hopes none of it shows on his face. He was always shitty at that part, telegraphing too much. Leaving himself open to the attack. ]
We should get out of here.
[ They've made a scene. Smart move is to bolt and avoid getting cornered. ]
no subject
Ephemera.
[ It takes him too long to answer. She's smart enough to pick up on that, despite all the shit that just happened. But it's not a lie, precisely, even if it feels like one. No one ever called him Terrence, but he was Ephemera to a few specific people who loved him, and who are now gone.
He hopes none of it shows on his face. He was always shitty at that part, telegraphing too much. Leaving himself open to the attack. ]
We should get out of here.
[ They've made a scene. Smart move is to bolt and avoid getting cornered. ]