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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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[He nods a little when Liam lets it go at that, relieved. Truthfully, he doesn't even know how many people had died. He never got a final tally. He's not sure he wants to know.]

Thanks. What about you, though? What'd you ask for?

Help with the deadpool. I know we can probably figure it all out but...

[When? Will it be in time? Considering he almost got lit on fire before he showed up, he's not so sure right now.]

[That makes sense. He doesn't know all the details about the deadpool, but he knows enough to understand wanting to make sure they can handle it. He hopes they can.]

But it doesn't hurt to have extra insurance.

Exactly. It's the least I can do, you know? Considering everything you guys've done for me.

[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.]

[He nods, glancing at Liam with a small smile. He doesn't tend to take to new people well, but he actually likes Liam. He feels an odd sort of protectiveness over the kid.]

I think we'll be all right.

Easy for you to say, you haven't had to deal with berserkers yet.

[Grumble grumble. But he appreciates the assurance anyway.]

[It's all he can do to not point out that Liam hadn't had to deal with the Nogitsune. It's hard for him to imagine that berserkers could be worse.]

You wanna play some Call of Duty? [He nods towards Scott's Xbox.]

[He doesn't have much point of comparison, he's only got vague stories nobody will really talk about versus something he's actually dealt with himself.

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.

[He notices. There isn't a lot he doesn't notice, because he pays attention -- way more than he ever used to. But he also doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to talk about the Nogitsune, and he's not entirely sure he wants to know what's coming either. Not yet anyway. Not until Scott wakes up at least.]

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.

[He leaves his spot to find one closer to the TV, something "strategic" on the floor and settles in to wait. At the appearance of a challenge, he grins, something almost cocky but carefully kept in check, at least for now.]

Yeah? We'll see.

Damn right.

[His own smile is a bit cocky. He has no clue what kind of gaming skills Liam has, but he'll find out. Plus the suggestion of playing seems to have dissolved the slight tension in the room, so that's a win. He settles down in Scott's desk chair and waits for the game to load up.

Ah, normalcy. How he's missed you.]

002 ☾ ground control to major Tom

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