Nathan was startled as Ben walked - no, thundered - back into the room. The past few days had been intense, and he still hadn't fully adjusted to his new giant captor. Some time had passed since Ben had left the room - 5 minutes, give or take an hour? - but Nathan couldn't be sure how long. If the past few days had shown him anything, it was that time, unmeasured, alone with his thoughts, was subjective. If he was bored, he couldn't pull out his phone and check his email, or even check the time. There were no TV shows to watch, or books to read. It was just Nathan and Ben - or at least, Nathan with the parts of Ben that Nathan could see. No, scratch that. Nathan's time wasn't unmeasured. It was governed in a whole new way. Instead of the sunrise and sunset, there was the time that Ben awoke, and the time he fell asleep. Ben's habits followed a certain schedule, to a point: go to work, attend meetings, go to lunch, back to work, come home for the night. It was a routine Nathan was quickly becoming accustomed to. Perhaps Ben's pulse was even like the second hand of a clock... though who was to know if it kept consistent time, or how close it was to 60 beats per minute.
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