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002 ☾ ground control to major Tom
[PUBLIC -- Video]
So...you're saying people can call here when they aren't HERE. But only today. What's so special about today? And...we're in space, so how does that even WORK.
[He doesn't even know if he wants to ask if anybody from home can hear him. Maybe it would be a good thing but it could just as easily be a terrible idea. So instead he just frowns, determined not to care one way or the other.]
Whatever. They're not here anyway, right?
[Right.]
[PRIVATE -- locked to Kira and Lydia, separately.]
Uh. So I just wanted to say sorry. About the other day.
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[For the next couple days, he can be found wandering the halls aimlessly. Efforts at sleep are shot more often than not, interrupted by berserkers he knows, rationally, aren't there. They're worse at night, when it's dark and anything could lurk in the gloom, so he rolls out of bed and stalks the halls instead until he's too tired to do anything but fall asleep. In the morning, he makes his way to the mess hall, finds a nice quiet table in the corner and settles in to eat, then hits the gym to keep busy. Stops by Scott's room every spare moment he can, every time hoping he'll just wake up.]
So...you're saying people can call here when they aren't HERE. But only today. What's so special about today? And...we're in space, so how does that even WORK.
[He doesn't even know if he wants to ask if anybody from home can hear him. Maybe it would be a good thing but it could just as easily be a terrible idea. So instead he just frowns, determined not to care one way or the other.]
Whatever. They're not here anyway, right?
[Right.]
[PRIVATE -- locked to Kira and Lydia, separately.]
Uh. So I just wanted to say sorry. About the other day.
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[For the next couple days, he can be found wandering the halls aimlessly. Efforts at sleep are shot more often than not, interrupted by berserkers he knows, rationally, aren't there. They're worse at night, when it's dark and anything could lurk in the gloom, so he rolls out of bed and stalks the halls instead until he's too tired to do anything but fall asleep. In the morning, he makes his way to the mess hall, finds a nice quiet table in the corner and settles in to eat, then hits the gym to keep busy. Stops by Scott's room every spare moment he can, every time hoping he'll just wake up.]
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They haven't spent a lot of time together, but enough to know that Liam's okay. Some anger issues, for sure, and he knows Liam doesn't have full control over his abilities yet. But that'll come with time and focus. And when Scott wakes up, he'll help him. Until then, Stiles will try to help out.]
You look tired.
[Really tired, actually. The way nearly the whole Barge had just days before Liam's initial arrival, when everyone was dreaming about other people's deaths and near death experiences.]
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[It's automatic by now, the absent dismissal, the look that avoids direct eye contact, the careless shrug, ingrained before he took the job. Habit, even if it's a lie; I'm fine, I'm okay, I got this, as if wanting it to be true will make it that way. He's not really, of course he isn't; he hadn't had time to adjust to quickly-changing circumstances back in Beacon Hills, shoved from one terrifying situation to another so quickly it was all he could do to try to keep up, and now it's one more, and there's time to digest it all finally, but nobody to talk to about it. Because explaining what means explaining why, and they'd already decided it would be better to wait for Scott to wake up so he'd only have to explain everything once.
And anyway, if he admits anything he wonders what they'll say. What they'll do. They've got all their stuff together, it seems, while he's left jumping at shadows when they're gone. It's pathetic.]
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It's okay if you're not. [He glances over at him, arching his eyebrows.] Hell, I'm not.
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[Because that's the only thing he can think of right now that he's aware of here that could get Stiles that worried.]
It'll be fine. You'll see.
[Its easier to latch onto Stiles' problems than to try to explain his own, or even to admit to them.]
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[He looks over at Liam with raised eyebrows.]
None of us came here because we're fine, man.
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Yeah, well. I am. It's not a big deal, it's all shit that's back home anyway, so there's no point worrying about it right now, right?
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I guess. But if you change your mind and decide you wanna talk about it...
[His voice trails off and he shrugs a shoulder, figuring Liam will get the message. Granted, Stiles isn't Scott. Far from it. But he'll listen.]
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[He's silent for a few moments and glares at the floor mutinously. He wants to talk, it's not that. Wants to know if it ever gets better, if he ever won't feel like he got thrown into the middle of some deeply messed up movie without getting the script first. But he can't make the words come out, and it's not like he doesn't know it's stupid.
He takes a breath and forces at least something out.]
What happens when we're here. What happens there, I mean.
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[He nods and glances at Scott before shifting his gaze back to Liam again, considering him for a moment. He looks upset. But hey, at least that's a question he can answer.]
It's this weird time thing, where we're basically here and there at the same time. Like, Scott was here for months before I got here, and I had no idea he was gone because...he wasn't. Not really. I don't really understand the whole concept. Lydia can probably explain it a lot better.
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[Yes, he heard that he should probably be asking Lydia. But Lydia's not here right now and asking Stiles about it seems like a much more appealing idea than explaining why he looks like he hasn't been sleeping well.]
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[And while that's a good thing -- no. A great thing -- he has no idea how that will change everything.]
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No, not exactly. I mean, I think all our deals have to do with her, but mine's...a bit more encompassing than that.
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So what did you ask for?
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The lives of everyone I killed while I was possessed.
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[There's a beat where he frowns, considering it. Considers asking how many that is, because when they first met Stiles had said he used to be possessed. He later figured out it was pretty bad when he was. But that's not something you ask.]
I'm sure you'll get it.
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Thanks. What about you, though? What'd you ask for?
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[When? Will it be in time? Considering he almost got lit on fire before he showed up, he's not so sure right now.]
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But it doesn't hurt to have extra insurance.
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[And considering he's kind of scared shitless to go toe to toe with whoever's behind it himself. Easier to save face and pretend he's not if he can figure it out from here.]
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I think we'll be all right.
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[Grumble grumble. But he appreciates the assurance anyway.]
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You wanna play some Call of Duty? [He nods towards Scott's Xbox.]
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But honestly video games is a better topic anyway. If he's a little too quick to nod, well he just hopes Stile doesn't notice.]
Yeah, okay.
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Cool.
[He sets Harry Potter on the bed beside his best friend and rises to his feet, moving around to hook up the game system to Scott's little TV. This might make for a nice change. Something normal. Sort of anyway.]
Prepare to get your little wolfie butt kicked.
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