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mental link; whichever day is today
[The mental voice is... hesitant. Like he's trying his best to modulate his tone, and not sure if he's speaking too loudly or too softly.]
(This has probably been a long time coming... but I have to admit. I'm not good with people in my head.) [A flicker of regret and flashing images quickly stifled.] (Or at controlling what goes through my mind. Someone here called them flashbacks. Guess that works out.)
(It's a long story.)
[So please don't ask, goes unsaid, but like a lot of things here, it's probably felt.]
(But it's been affecting others here, and for that, I'm sorry. I need to be better at this. So I'm asking for help...)
[So he doesn't accidentally overwhelm the wrong person with the wrong memory. Or panic right in front of someone.]
(And before anyone asks - the answer to 'are you okay' is ... not something I want to talk about right now. Sorry.)
[Wait, wait, crap. How does he close this. There's a flustered feeling before just... the mental image of a closed comm connection. He figures that's as good as anything.]
[For anyone who wants to talk in person, he's hauled himself back up onto the roof, bundled up into an oversized hoodie. Black, of course. Hands shoved into his pockets. Probably being all brooding-looking while inside, he's just wondering what it's like to pilot one of the vehicles he sees zooming around.]
(This has probably been a long time coming... but I have to admit. I'm not good with people in my head.) [A flicker of regret and flashing images quickly stifled.] (Or at controlling what goes through my mind. Someone here called them flashbacks. Guess that works out.)
(It's a long story.)
[So please don't ask, goes unsaid, but like a lot of things here, it's probably felt.]
(But it's been affecting others here, and for that, I'm sorry. I need to be better at this. So I'm asking for help...)
[So he doesn't accidentally overwhelm the wrong person with the wrong memory. Or panic right in front of someone.]
(And before anyone asks - the answer to 'are you okay' is ... not something I want to talk about right now. Sorry.)
[Wait, wait, crap. How does he close this. There's a flustered feeling before just... the mental image of a closed comm connection. He figures that's as good as anything.]
[For anyone who wants to talk in person, he's hauled himself back up onto the roof, bundled up into an oversized hoodie. Black, of course. Hands shoved into his pockets. Probably being all brooding-looking while inside, he's just wondering what it's like to pilot one of the vehicles he sees zooming around.]
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I know you don't expect it, but... if I don't at least try I'm going to feel like I'm letting you down. Like I'm letting myself down.
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You could never let me down, Pidge. [Almost stunned. Like he never considered that as an option. Ever.] Why would it make you feel that way?
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I don't know - I just - you helped - you help pull everyone together. You've done so much to help me keep my head up and figure out what I was going to do and if I can't give back even a little bit of that, then... I just feel like I'm not trying hard enough when I can't help you with one of your problems.
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And if I said I don't see it that way at all? [Because it's not her responsibility to fix his problems. Or even try to put the pieces back together. He's honestly not sure anyone can.]
That... you're part of the reason I've even asked for help? You being here.
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That - makes me feel a bit better. If it really helps.
[ Deep breath, Pidge. ]
I wouldn't want to be alone and I don't think you would want to be either.
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It does. I wouldn't lie to you about that.
[She'd know if he was, anyway. But for now... he looks at her for a long moment, before his weight shifts. A little closer.]
Congratulations. You read me like a book.
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Well, I'm pretty good at reading, you know.
[ HAHA, it's dumb joke. ]
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Yeah, I know.
... Thank you. For coming out here.
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[ That's the only explanation she needs, for herself and for him. ]
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[Agreement. And gratitude. If she wasn't here, this would be a lot more difficult to bear.]
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[ Seems the appropriate thing to say. She breathes out in a long sigh, trying to will the tension out of her as she glances out over the cityscape again. This is going to be really complicated, isn't it? ]
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[Maybe it'll be easier to hear things from her instead of... other places. Or maybe his brain will listen to her where others would fail.]
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I know. There's... nothing really. Not right now. I'm just worried about you. That's all.
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[His answering smile is a little weak. He's teasing, hardly serious.]
You know, leadership stuff.
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Guess we have to shake on it.
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[ She holds out her hand. ]
Deal?
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You got it.