#(i did not expect to write so much pffahwa)

[after--math]

"Sorry..." [He repeats.]

"I was... just looking for my co-worker."

[The protagonist is standing in the doorway, trying not to make eye contact with the man.]

[Fear. With guilt put into the mix. That's what he feels right now. He's not sure what the doppelgänger would do or say right now. Any hint of aggression is deserved- they both know what he did, even if he specifically didn't do anything to this version... probably?]

[Fuck. The fact that he doesn't even know which doppelgänger he left in that god-forsaken elevator makes it worse.]

[The protagonist ready to die, is what he means. Let's tread lightly, now.]

"Do you happen to have a printer...? Or. Um. I can just go. If..." [He doesn't finish his sentence, but it's obvious what he means to say. You're not comfortable with me.]

[The protagonist peaks his head into the room.]

"Hey, I need-"

[He stops himself upon seeing the man in the room. He had avoided the doppelgängers for as long as he possibly could, most of the reason being fear, the other... guilt.]

"Ah... um. Sorry."

[What for? Walking into the same room as the other man, or for something else?]

> [He's staring at him. Frozen in place. He wasn't sure what to say or do and he tried to do anything... He just couldn't. Scrambling for words, he managed to choke out a greeting.]

"... H-Hello...?"