[It takes Greg a moment to respond; he hasn't put it in words, before, his fear of leaving Steven while here. Now that the words are out, the reality is crashing in on him. He really, really could have. He still could, there's no guarantee it will work if he dies again--and if he keeps getting in the middle of fights, he definitely will, he's not cut out for this sort of thing, the first death made that plenty clear--
He took a slow, shaking breath. This wasn't anything new. The fear he had for Steven had become a part of his life, but he faced it. If he could do it for his son, he could do it for himself.
A trembling hand touched Wash's on his shoulder, and squeezed back.]
That's all we can do, huh...? Be there. [He gulped.] Until we're not.
[He wanted to do more than just be there, for once. But if he tried doing more... he may not be doing anything, soon.]
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He took a slow, shaking breath. This wasn't anything new. The fear he had for Steven had become a part of his life, but he faced it. If he could do it for his son, he could do it for himself.
A trembling hand touched Wash's on his shoulder, and squeezed back.]
That's all we can do, huh...? Be there. [He gulped.] Until we're not.
[He wanted to do more than just be there, for once. But if he tried doing more... he may not be doing anything, soon.]