[Doc's slowly starting to piece this all together, and it cuts him like a knife as he does so. Who's 'they'? The fans? His managers? Does it matter? What matters is that his friend's been tampered with. Timeline damage, clear memory problems...
It hurts. Doc closes his eyes and sucks in a breath to ground himself. There's so much he has to know before he can act, but it'll get there.]
I won't. I'm something of an old hand at keeping secrets.
[He looks up at Marty with a kind smile, hoping it's reassuring.]
You don't have a reason to trust or believe me, that I know. But...in another life, in a parallel dimension...we were friends, as unlikely as that sounds. I'm sure you're doing incredible work with your music, you always did.
[Every word hurts. He's not sure where he's going with this...is this a departure? Is he fishing for more information? He's left so off balance here that it's difficult to keep up.]
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It hurts. Doc closes his eyes and sucks in a breath to ground himself. There's so much he has to know before he can act, but it'll get there.]
I won't. I'm something of an old hand at keeping secrets.
[He looks up at Marty with a kind smile, hoping it's reassuring.]
You don't have a reason to trust or believe me, that I know. But...in another life, in a parallel dimension...we were friends, as unlikely as that sounds. I'm sure you're doing incredible work with your music, you always did.
[Every word hurts. He's not sure where he's going with this...is this a departure? Is he fishing for more information? He's left so off balance here that it's difficult to keep up.]