There is Only Here

Summary: The man blinks at him. “Who are you?” “The Scrivener,” he says, automatically. He has not considered himself anything else for a long time, and he figures it is the only answer that matters, here. The man nods slowly. “Okay. That’s…not a name?” He smiles and the whole room lights up. “But you look familiar.” He peers at him closely. “No I don’t.”