[Walter Peck remains blissfully ignorant of Winston's internal turmoil. Walter Peck has also, by way of bizarre PSL logic (though let's be honest, Ghostbusters canon is strange enough for there to probably be a way for this to happen through canon means), recently swapped places with his alternate dimension counterpart and has yet to really register that anything is different. Sure, the world looks a little more colorful, but who cares? He's too busy being the punchline of New York City in any dimension.
Now that- that is something he's dwelled on, recently.
The knock at the door interrupts his internal monologue of mostly-undeserved self-pity, and he opens the door. There is absolutely no recognition in his eyes- and why would there be? The Winston Zeddemore he'd remember had a mustache, for one, and looked a bit older than this man.
Winston, however, will find that the man at the door looks... similar. Not at all identical, but similar enough that this might very well be a relative of the Dickless he knows.]
Thank you.
[He nods, curtly, and outstretches a hand for the ticket- all business, it seems.]
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Now that- that is something he's dwelled on, recently.
The knock at the door interrupts his internal monologue of mostly-undeserved self-pity, and he opens the door. There is absolutely no recognition in his eyes- and why would there be? The Winston Zeddemore he'd remember had a mustache, for one, and looked a bit older than this man.
Winston, however, will find that the man at the door looks... similar. Not at all identical, but similar enough that this might very well be a relative of the Dickless he knows.]
Thank you.
[He nods, curtly, and outstretches a hand for the ticket- all business, it seems.]