Panel 1: Fathima,
Iz, and Rose sit at a table in Iz and Rose's apartment. Fathima and
Rose have cups of tea in front of them; Iz is clutching his. The other
two have their arms around him. Iz looks down.
Rose: You haven't really talked much about it.
Iz: I didn't think I would react like this.
Panel 2:
Iz: Just...let's not sit on the turquoise couch. Not yet.
Rose: Okay.
Panel 3:
Fathima: Honey, if you need to move home--
Iz: No, I'll be okay. I just need time.
Panel 4:
Iz: 'Cause it's not like I haven't already had two and a half years.
Rose: True.
Alt-Text: Two
and a half years isn't enough time when you witnessed your alternate
self's future self destroy your friendship with your best friend while
you were trapped inside your alternate self's head. Or so I assume.
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