[Harlan shifts. Yeah, okay, he saw something pretty awful. With that mask, it's hard to get a read on what this means for their friendship, exactly. The hesitance could be guilt over having seen something private, or it could be because Sal is now afraid of him. He waits a moment to see if Sal's going to answer that for him, but he doesn't. Harlan licks his lips, nodding.]
What'd you get?
[But since he can't tell what Sal's thinking, he doesn't know what sort of comfort to provide. He considers outright telling Sal that he's not going to hurt him, but wow would that require a lot of horrible backpedaling if he didn't get any of those kinds of memories.]
I'm not going to be upset. This memory swapping thing isn't your fault.
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What'd you get?
[But since he can't tell what Sal's thinking, he doesn't know what sort of comfort to provide. He considers outright telling Sal that he's not going to hurt him, but wow would that require a lot of horrible backpedaling if he didn't get any of those kinds of memories.]
I'm not going to be upset. This memory swapping thing isn't your fault.