[ He gets it. He really does. The place that camp reminded him of... The dark years... the dark things he did to survive, until it stopped being surviving and started being something else... ]
Deal.
[ He intones firmly, requiring absolutely no convincing. The less he can talk about it or think about it the better he'll feel. Now if he can just keep anyone from telling Steve...
(too late. oops.)
With that settled, he shifts forward again to wrap his hands around the wheelbarrow handles. ]
I'm gonna go space litter out an airlock. Good luck with your weed eater.
no subject
Deal.
[ He intones firmly, requiring absolutely no convincing. The less he can talk about it or think about it the better he'll feel. Now if he can just keep anyone from telling Steve...
(too late. oops.)
With that settled, he shifts forward again to wrap his hands around the wheelbarrow handles. ]
I'm gonna go space litter out an airlock. Good luck with your weed eater.