[ He'd been able to ignore how goddamn VOIDLIKE it'd been down there till he was up. Couldn't linger, couldn't wonder, couldn't do anything but keep walking but- he never ate.
He doesn't remember sleeping. He sure as shit didn't have anything to drink. But he's- not FINE fine he's hungry as hell but he's not dead. Why isn't he dead? Is he okay? It wasn't a vaccum but it was-
No light It was dark. It was like staring into that goddamn black hole, like staring down that bomb, like staring into a body bag. Everything he'd ever been terrified of and he had to get back up top so he'd shoved through. Compartmentalized.
Now it's harder. Now it's SAFE and his hands are still shaking but there's work but- there isn't work. There aren't lives he's bound to mind. Just these three. Just Greg's concern, Casey's question, and Wash's hand. He's locked up tight under it for a second. For three and he forces himself to relax. It's safe here. He's back. Wash is right. ]
...I just got over my aviophobia two years ago. [ He mutters, scrubbing at his face, a wry crackle of a laugh spills out and while it's a fragile, shaky thing- he smiles. ] I did not need a new one to replace it. Christ. Y'all know what kept go'n through my head the whole time? "We got a bottle of ketchup and a loaf of bred and that dang kid is gonna eat that or bug Greg to order pizza and that'll drive Wash bugnuts so I need to get my ass home."
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He doesn't remember sleeping. He sure as shit didn't have anything to drink. But he's- not FINE fine he's hungry as hell but he's not dead. Why isn't he dead? Is he okay? It wasn't a vaccum but it was-
No light It was dark. It was like staring into that goddamn black hole, like staring down that bomb, like staring into a body bag. Everything he'd ever been terrified of and he had to get back up top so he'd shoved through. Compartmentalized.
Now it's harder. Now it's SAFE and his hands are still shaking but there's work but- there isn't work. There aren't lives he's bound to mind. Just these three. Just Greg's concern, Casey's question, and Wash's hand. He's locked up tight under it for a second. For three and he forces himself to relax. It's safe here. He's back. Wash is right. ]
...I just got over my aviophobia two years ago. [ He mutters, scrubbing at his face, a wry crackle of a laugh spills out and while it's a fragile, shaky thing- he smiles. ] I did not need a new one to replace it. Christ. Y'all know what kept go'n through my head the whole time? "We got a bottle of ketchup and a loaf of bred and that dang kid is gonna eat that or bug Greg to order pizza and that'll drive Wash bugnuts so I need to get my ass home."