[ Well, making it back was one way to put it! Marty went through a lot of shit, but he wasn't about to start a pity party for himself. The only thing he could ask for was to return to writing songs and playing guitar with his band, and try to not remember things. That was probably easier said than done right now, but he was going to at least try! ]
Guess so. [ He tucks his good hand into his pants pocket, shrugging lightly. ] I mean, we all did, right? [ More or less, but he won't say that. ]
[ Change of subject, though. Or at least, he'll try to attempt one. ] Have I met you yet? Name's Marty. McFly.
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Guess so. [ He tucks his good hand into his pants pocket, shrugging lightly. ] I mean, we all did, right? [ More or less, but he won't say that. ]
[ Change of subject, though. Or at least, he'll try to attempt one. ] Have I met you yet? Name's Marty. McFly.