A Daze. Chaos. His years of training and dreaming undone...
He stares down at his fingers, which maxed out at 10... ...
Suddenly, in his blurred, tear-streaked vision... a hand comes down, outstretched.
"...Need a hand?"
A rich, warm voice full of affirmation and warmth and affirming richness.
I-It's Bob!!!!
Jon gasps.
"What's 6+9...? "
The immaculate taunt reverberates through his consciousness, but suddenly, as the hand comes into view, it all becomes clear...
"...15..."
Jon whispers in wonder.
His own two slightly shaking hands are raised up... and now, With this extra hand... these extra five digits coming into his view... he... now had the solution!!!
With a look of renewed determination, he takes the strong, masculine hand that is extended to him, that hoists him back to his feet!!!
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Bob frowned. Not being OP, he had no idea why this normal looking guy who seemed to be down in the dumps (literally) was suddenly muttering "...15..." like he'd found some kind of Holy Grail…
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