["Something wrong" is an incredibly apt description. He'd even agree with it, were it something said aloud. He's just... never known how to fix it. Or even if there was a chance to. Just something to live with and carry on with. Because saving the universe was more important. Being a team and functioning together was more important than sorting out his head.]
[He's working on the shielding. Trying to pull them together out of desperation and determination. It's so much easier to let people in. That, he's practiced. Making connections, maintaining connections. Closing them down, not so much.]
[They've probably got a little while longer just to talk before the forced unconsciousness wears thin. But for now, there's no lost faces, no shadows. Only stars.]
[If he could dream like this every night, life would be a lot easier. Fucked-up, injury-scarred brain or no.]
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[He's working on the shielding. Trying to pull them together out of desperation and determination. It's so much easier to let people in. That, he's practiced. Making connections, maintaining connections. Closing them down, not so much.]
[They've probably got a little while longer just to talk before the forced unconsciousness wears thin. But for now, there's no lost faces, no shadows. Only stars.]
[If he could dream like this every night, life would be a lot easier. Fucked-up, injury-scarred brain or no.]