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"Now." Ben said firmly. "I'm sopping wet, exhausted and frustrated."

There was another pause, before Wyatt reached up and disconnected his head set, blinking against the light - even the little bit that was coming in through the curtains - and turning to look Ben over. "You look like hell."

Ben looked like he was about to take offense before he sighed and slumped a bit.

"...I know." He replied. "Your boyfriend has something to do with that."

Wyatt's eyes went wide. "Did you just... admit that he's actually in there!?"

"I'll admit that you're infatuated with it." Ben clarified. "But I would know...that is not the person you wish it to be."

"...Did you walk here?" Wyatt asked - obviously an attempt to change the subject.

"I had help...someone to drive." Ben offered before moving over and sitting down in Wyatt's wheelchair.

"Who?" Wyatt inquired. "Not to sound rude, Ben, but... you don't exactly have a posse of friends jumping up to give you a ride."

He sat up and leaned back against the wall, careful not to knock into the person beside him.

"I can have friends." Ben frowned.

"I didn't say you can't, I said you 'don't'," Wyatt snorted. "Is he cute? The guy who drove you here."

"Why would you ask me that?" Ben blinked.

"So he is," Wyatt laughed. "Thanks for confirming it! Whats his name, hmm?"

He shifted a bit and frowned as he bumped into the form beside him. "Sorry, Nick!" There was a pause, before he sighed and glanced at Ben. "I don't know why I talk to him. He's already told me he can't hear it."

"That thing in the game has, but Nick probably hears every word." Ben replied. "I'd imagine that it makes him sad that you come here and lie with him, but no longer talk to him anymore."

"I talk to him all the time," Wyatt admitted. "Both in game and out... that 'thing' is him, Ben. He's different, but... Pin has his memories... and maybe when Nick wakes up he wont remember everything that happened, but... at least it gives me something to look forward to, other then watching him sleep..."

Reaching out, Wyatt touched Nick's face, gently brushing fingers across his cheek.

"...That thing isn't...those memories...if they are there...they're not its own." Ben sighed. "I got a look into that program...it thinks it is real."

"Maybe because he is," Wyatt snapped, before he groaned. "Look, if you really want to fight about this, let me at least get a shower first... and maybe you should invite your friend in. Its rude to make them sit in the hall."