interlinked

“So you want to talk? That’s new.”“I don’t – I don’t fucking want to talk, Marc, but this is a message of sorts, isn’t it? Like…an escape room. Find the clues, solve the puzzles, and then you’re free to go. If the clues lead to this, then so be it.”“Be my guest,” Marc replies, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. The dream, the setting, Valentino. It’s all too fucking much already, overwhelming, oppressive. “Do you want to whine about how that piece of shit Marquez ruined your last big moment? It’s not like I’m hearing your complaints for the first time.”"And you’re still playing the victim, I see," Valentino throws back, as sharp as a honed blade, rolling his eyes hard enough to give himself a concussion."Yeah, well, I got that from you. Alongside a whole list of shitty behaviors we won’t fucking discuss here. Hilarious, right?" The laugh that escapes his lips is mirthless – dry and broken.Valentino is rubbing at his temples now, as if it could help their situation."What are you even talking about?"

or Marc and Valentino meet in a dream. Things don't really go as expected.