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station722017-02-05 09:56 pm
Day 10ish
(It's high time I did this.)
[Oh no, someone is gearing up for one of Those Speeches. Because one of their new arrivals ticked off a box in his head, and Sam's asking for training helped.]
[And he's tired of walking on eggshells.]
(I don't know how many of you were there when I found out what my Symbiote does. I sort of wish I hadn't. But. I can't change that.)
[Yeah apparently it made him the Space Hulk. And it took at least two people to keep him from ripping someone's face off.]
(What I can do is control it. I just need to know where to start.)
(So I'm taking a lead from Sam Wilson. Asking if anyone is willing to help. I... don't think I can promise no one will get hurt, but if we're careful, maybe it'll just be me.)
[And he can live with that.]
[Oh no, someone is gearing up for one of Those Speeches. Because one of their new arrivals ticked off a box in his head, and Sam's asking for training helped.]
[And he's tired of walking on eggshells.]
(I don't know how many of you were there when I found out what my Symbiote does. I sort of wish I hadn't. But. I can't change that.)
[Yeah apparently it made him the Space Hulk. And it took at least two people to keep him from ripping someone's face off.]
(What I can do is control it. I just need to know where to start.)
(So I'm taking a lead from Sam Wilson. Asking if anyone is willing to help. I... don't think I can promise no one will get hurt, but if we're careful, maybe it'll just be me.)
[And he can live with that.]

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[Why couldn't he have a useful skill? Or something that can easily be turned on and off? Why this?]
[Nothing is ever easy, is it?]
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( Risky as hell trying to figure out what triggers something like this without having at least an idea of what works to pull you out of it. ) [ There's an almost pulling sensation, like fingers laced together and a hand tugged. ] ( Come here? )
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[And that idea is what kept him from trying to rip Bellamy's face off last time, so.]
(She wants to be there, anyway.)
[He probably doesn't need to say who 'she' is. But -- at the tug, he can't help but send the mental equivalent of "where are you?" in response.]
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For now, he gives an image of the training area in the hangar, right next to one of the weight benches. He'd been working out, and is dressed to match in a tank top and sweats, but he'd stopped when talking to Shiro, and now he just stays seated on the bench, waiting.
When Shiro gets there, he can't help but light up a little in a smile, and he reaches out to take Shiro's hand for real and pull him in a little.
And then a little more, as he tugs him down for a kiss. ]
Hey.
ACTION it's good!
[He'll show up, in his own more loose-fitting clothing, since he'd figured it they were going to gear up to try this thing, the armor wouldn't help anyone or anything. It'd probably hurt someone more than it would help.]
[It's enough of a surprise to where he doesn't protest when Sam takes his hand. But he really can't stop the flood of surprise at the kissing part.]
Uh. Hi. That's... one way to say hello.
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There's a chuckle at that surprise, and Sam only barely resists leaning up for another kiss. He doesn't even bother trying to hold back the affection and contentment from spilling over the mental link. ]
You're gonna have to get used to it, man, now that I don't gotta hold back. [ Except he should probably hold back now, if he wants to get any talking done, and he settles for resting his free hand on Shiro's hip as he looks up at him. ] Can we go through our options to try to pull you out of it? What calms you down, what makes you feel safe?
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[He stays that color, though, especially when there's a hand on his hip. Idly rubbing at the back of his neck to regain something like composure.]
... She helped. Last time. I mean, she wasn't there for it. I just remembered what she'd said to me.
[A grimace.] Pretty sure it kept Bellamy's face on his head.
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I'm pretty sure we all like Bellamy's face where it is, so that's a good thing.
[ It's hard not to smile when Shiro's this close to him, especially when it's clear he's a little flustered. Despite the soft almost smile, though, Sam's voice is serious. ]
I'd feel better if we had more than just one. I know your safety as at the bottom of your list of concerns, but it's damn near at the top of mine.
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[He swallows, doing his best to rein himself in. Control what he's feeling. Both uncertainty and... well. The feelings that come when you're swamped in affection and have someone's hand on your hip.]
... then you probably also know I'd rather get myself beat up than have any of you hurt in the process.
One of the new arrivals manipulates gravity. Seviilia can summon some kind of chain. There's restraints.
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Seviilia feeds off hurting people; I don't think it's a good idea to count on her for restraint. [ Which isn't really fair to her; she'd tried hard to control herself when with him and Shepard and he trusts her enough to want to continue to go to her for training. But Sam’s ability doesn't make him lose himself the way Shiro's does - or at least, it hasn't yet.
There's a moment of uncertainty that echoes Shiro's own as Sam tries to figure out how to say this - if he has a right to say this, or if this is gonna push for an answer he's not ready to hear or just make Shiro more upset. ]
I know you’d put your life on the line for almost any of us if you had to. So would I, it's one of the things I respect about you. But I - are you protecting me because you feel like it's your responsibility to protect us all, or because you care about me?
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[He didn't know that about her, though. She'd seemed reasonable when he'd spoken with her. Both times -- which was more than he could say for some people here. And he can't turn away potential help. If it doesn't work -- then it doesn't work. He'll try something else.]
[Anything to get it controlled.]
[But he doesn't know how Sam wants him to answer that. It's an easy answer, for him. He knows it immediately. But... is it the right one?]
Both.
[Regardless of whether or not it's right, it's true.] It's both.
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It's not about how Sam wants him to answer, or whether there's a right answer, it's just about what Shiro's answer is. And that - it's a quiet relief, that it isn't just because of Shiro's sense of responsibility. ]
It's up to you, man, and I'll respect whatever you decide. [ Sam's quiet for a bit, just running his thumb over the back of Shiro's knuckles. It's hard for him to admit that he doesn't do well losing the people he cares about - even at the VA when he talked about loss he often hedged around saying it directly, using shit like I couldn't find a good enough reason to stay over there. It'd be so easy for him to drop it right here, to move on to talking practicalities, but what was the point of asking the question if he's not going to follow through?
In the end, he doesn't actually say it. Instead his mind brushes against Shiro's, feather-soft like the ghost of a kiss to his forehead, an undercurrent of something hollow and empty to his side of the mental link. ]
( I wouldn't be okay without you in my life, Shiro. Will you think about that before you're so willing to put everyone else before yourself? )
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[Whatever has to happen, he's already accepted it. Already prepared to deal with it. He knows if something did happen... then Pidge has others willing to look out for her. They don't know her like he does, but even so --]
[Wow. It feels like making a will. Who looks after Pidge if something happens to me? Sam big and small? Okay, great. Morbid, isn't it? Back home, there was the whole rest of the team. There was Allura, and Coran. Here there's no one but him and the people she's been linked up to.]
[Here, there's...]
[... he goes still. Partly because of the sense of contact. Partly because of the feeling. Because of the words. And there are, abruptly, faces rushing to the forefront of his memories. Throwing Matt to the ground, pretending to want to murder him, for his own safety -- being pulled away from him, taking his place in the horrors that followed for Matt's safety. Planting himself in front of Allura and fighting with everything in him to get the door sealed before she was harmed. Pulled away from it and thrown to the escape pod because he wouldn't stand down.]
[Because Allura had to get away. Because Matt had to live. Because of course, they were more important than he was.]
[He doesn't have the presence of mind to filter this from Sam. Not as linked up as they are right now. If Sam is hollow, light, like broken bird wings, he's a raw, open wound.]
(I don't... mean to. I just do what feels right.)
(I'm sorry.)
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He's not expecting to get hit with those memories. Familiar faces, ones he's seen in Shiro's head before - the ones that Shiro thought of when Sam and Bellamy had soothed him back to sleep, back on Concordia.
They were more important than he was, and it's not like Sam hadn't already known Shiro thought that way, but it makes him want to fight it anyway. There's a raw openness, sacrifice and loss, and it pulls flickers of Sam's own memories in response.
"Not all of us are getting out of this, Steve." "What's the plan, Sam?" - "I'm grounded, I'm sorry, Cap." - "Gonna need a pick up, Sam," lungs burning and arms and wings straining and desperate to reach because - "It's like I was up there just to watch," Riley's screams on the wind-
And there he pulls himself out of the loop, breathing in to the count of seven and out to the count of eleven. There he knows how to calm himself down, and he won't allow that flashback across the link. Sam knows that other people have been faced with traumas objectively more extreme than watching their best friend die - knows first hand, with some of the things that have been shared with him - but that doesn't matter. This is his, and no one should ever have to understand exactly how terrible it is to have to watch someone hit dead on with something meant to take out armored jets, to see the person you love most exploded into pieces in front of you.
He breathes, pushing himself up until he's standing, and he can pull Shiro closer. ]
I know. I know who you are; I've known since we talked on the roof. I don't want you to change that. I just want you try not to look at everything and say I'm not important, it's okay, I want you to ask is this necessary, is there another option? Because you're important to me, and maybe it's selfish, but I'm gonna ask that of you anyway.
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[Not immediately, anyway. Because he knows himself, too. He knows he's going to throw himself into the fray. Throw himself in front of anyone who needs it. Especially his team. Especially the people who matter most.]
[It's not that Sam doesn't enter the equation. He wouldn't purposefully do something like that. But Pidge is his family now. As much as the team had become, stuck out there in space, with no other humans around. She's always going to be the first person on his mind, here, because of that.]
[He doesn't know how to put it into words. This ... feeling of being pulled between them, like he has to decide who matters more. Who he has to think about more. Neither of them are any less important.]
[Just...]
I can't even think of how to answer without making it come out wrong.
[He's not used to thinking of himself. Not for anyone's sake. Especially not his own.]
... maybe I just feel like that's... what I have to do. What I'm supposed to do. [A slow shake of his head, and he's dropping his gaze to the ground. Wanting to touch back, to pull in close, too, but holding himself away from it.] What everyone expects from me.
[I let everyone down. Matt, Commander Holt, Allura... Pidge... They were all counting on me. In one way or another.]
So I don't know if I can do that... [Something cracks in his voice, very slightly. Because he can hear someone else saying how she's happy they're happy and why can't he be normal and be happy with this?]
... and it's not because I don't want to.
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Hell, Sam is one of them. He's his own second priority. And around there is where he realizes where his head’s going and pulls back mentally, drawing his shields up tighter so none of his emotions or thoughts can get out over the mental link.
This isn't healthy. Maybe it could be, maybe it started as something healthy and a good mutual support system, but this - they're at different stages. And it's fine, it's fine, it's what Sam’s used to. He wants to be a part of the process of Shiro getting better, of supporting him as he figures out how to move forward and them supporting each other as they try to navigate the Nest, that's not the issue.
The issue is now Sam's dating him. Now it's personal, now he has more of an emotional stake in someone who's flat out telling him that his self-worth is so low that he won't consider it when he's taking risks, that he won't work to keep himself safe.
Now he has to decide if he's willing to let himself be hurt as many times as he knows Shiro is gonna hurt him - not because Shiro wants to, not because it's intentional, just because Shiro doesn't know how not to. If he's willing to let Shiro be hurt as many times as Sam knows he's gonna hurt him, because people expect Sam to be good and kind and stable and he isn't, not always. Now he's asking Shiro selfish things, now he's trying to get Shiro to see another way for Sam, not for Shiro himself.
Does Sam care more about them both if he isn't willing to let them hurt each other, or does he care more if he's willing to work through it anyway?
He doesn't know. But he does know that he wants this, wants Shiro. He accepted that he was gonna have to deal with this part of Shiro a while ago, even if that was before they were looking at a relationship, and he's not willing to let Shiro go. ]
( No one expects that of you, not here. I don't expect that of you. )
I'm not asking you to choose, Shiro, I would never. I'm asking you to try to get better at risk assessment. Things - things are different here, and we need to adapt. People feel it when we're hurt. We can't protect people the same way before, we gotta adjust. I wish you'd do it for yourself, wish you'd see yourself the way I see you and believe that you're worth it like I do, but-
[ He cuts off, shakes his head. But Shiro doesn't know if he can, even if it's not because he doesn't want to, and Sam is selfish. He lets go of Shiro's hand to cup Shiro's jaw, gently tilting his head back up. ]
It's okay that you can't right now. You're okay, Shiro, you're okay the way you are. Even if you feel like it's a little bit broken. I'm a little bit broken, too, and I still think maybe our pieces can fit together.
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[He wants to say that. Because he can't just abandon what Allura placed on his shoulders. He can't ignore that responsibility, even if he isn't there. It's why he's here at all, in fact. Because he had to -- he had to make the choice to be here, to save his team. To save his crew, when he couldn't, originally.]
[I lost my first crew to aliens. I'm not going to let that happen again.]
[His sense of duty is always going to be swung toward other people first. His sense of what's right. What should be done. And it's fine. He accepted it. It was difficult, it was a struggle, but he accepted it. He dealt with it.]
[And now here's someone telling him he doesn't have to. That he doesn't always have to function like he's expected to give everything of himself in order to live up to this mantle he's supposed to wear? These titles he's supposed to carry.]
I didn't go into any of this... wanting this. [He lets a few little memories slip along with the words. To clarify he's talking about the role he's playing, holding. He doesn't mean Sam. God, he doesn't mean Sam. That's starting to be the opposite.] I was there.
... a lot of times I wonder if I'm the right guy for the job.
[His way of trying to tell Sam he didn't always think like this. He'd always looked out for other people, but this? This selflessness didn't happen overnight. And he can't even be totally sure how and why it happened.]
[It's a roundabout way of admitting there's probably a way back. Probably a way to wrap his head around the idea of his own damn worth. That people need him intact more than they do a martyr. But that idea is blocked -- because he can't stop seeing Allura's face in his mind. And thinking, beyond a doubt, that it never should have been that way.]
[If he's worth so much, why should she throw her life away for him? Shouldn't he have been able to save them?]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't just... say yes... [And his face is lifted before he can stop it. Or protest. Lines of exhaustion under his eyes again.]
But I don't know if I can take it, if someone else is hurt for my sake.
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No wonder he constantly feels like he isn't adequate; no one would be able to shoulder that kind of burden alone. Not without doing exactly what Shiro's done - give up everything for his cause and still feel like he isn't enough.
He leans in to kiss Shiro, just the lightest hint of pressure against his lips as Sam's mind opens back up to him. You will always be enough for me, just the way you are. ]
I'm not sorry. If you just said yes now, it wouldn't be real. This isn't the kind of thing you change overnight, I know that. I just want you to think about it, and to be willing to work with me to find a balance. To go back to a balance.
[ He kisses him again, a little firmer this time, because he can - and he almost stops there, almost settles into kissing him more, because he's gotten out what he wants to say. But the woman he sees in Shiro's mind, Shiro's feelings around it, that pulls at Sam. He can't let it go. ]
That choice was hers to make, you know. If you care about her, if you respect her judgment, respect that she knew what she was doing. Don't take that choice away from her, honor it. Live.
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[Focusing on it. Nothing else. Just for a minute.]
I... can say I'll try. I can't say it's going to be quick. I can't say I'm not going to make mistakes. But I...
[It's when he seems to lose that train of thought that there's another kiss. With more words echoing in his head about living without you and he wants to make this right, but it's not going to be overnight, and Sam almost deserves it to be so quick.]
[Don't take that choice away from her.]
[But she never should have had to make it.]
[He feels his head lower, until it's almost resting against Sam's shoulder.] I didn't ask her to ... she... [Whatever else he was thinking of saying, he stops it. Puts it aside. He shouldn't be getting sidetracked about what happened right now. He should be planning to get himself more under control.]
Right.
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I know. I don't expect you to be perfect, sweetheart, we're both gonna make mistakes. But we can work through them together.
[ Whatever Sam deserves, he doesn't want quick. He wants Shiro.
His hand moves to cup the back of Shiro's head as he gently encourages Shiro to just go ahead and use his shoulder to rest his head on. And then he goes a step further and hauls Shiro closer against him as he shifts back down to sit on the bench, pulling Shiro with him into his lap. One arm curls around Shiro's back and he keeps the other at Shiro's head, scratching through his hair and holding him close. ]
I'd like to know, if you're okay with talking about it.
[ The plan can wait. An hour or two to talk about this won't make a difference, they can return later. ]
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[Right?]
You really weren't kidding about that nickname, were you?
[It's not totally a deflection. Because there's a flicker of appreciation in his mind, in answer to that. He just had to make a stupid comment. It's in his blood.]
[But of course, he resists a little. Just because part of him feels like this is something he shouldn't need. That he should be better than this, and over this, and then there are fingers in his hair and it's gone with a heavy sigh. It's amazing, how much that gets him.]
[He's not sure, though. Would talking about it really help? Allura isn't here. He might not ever see her again -- even if Pidge said she was safe now. He has to trust his teammate's word.]
... Maybe eventually.
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There can't be anything wrong with the two of them being there to support each other, to calm each other down and boost each other up. Even if they do it by kissing a lot.
He chuckles at Shiro's question, letting it pass without comment only because he can pickup on that flicker of appreciation. And because he's fond of those stupid comments - they have the same sense of humor. ]
Okay.
[ He says it simply, no questions asked. If Shiro doesn't want to talk about it now, they won't talk about it. Instead he shifts back a little so he can lean his back against the wall, holding Shiro close and combing fingers through his hair. For a little bit, he just sits like that, breathing in and out and focusing on nothing but calm - and the obvious affection he has for Shiro. ]
I'm gonna push, you know, it's kinda what I do. But if you're not ready to talk about something, all you gotta do is tell me and I'll back off.
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[But, like before, he sort of figures there'll be more time, later, for these things. When he's not trying to hold down some overly protective, rage monster in his own head, while at the same time, training himself to use it.]
[Control is the important thing here.]
Yeah, I figured. Now... now just isn't the time.
[Because of the mentioned need for control. Because he has to plan this. Even if there's a large part of him that just wants to stay here for a while. Absorb this.]
[Curl fingers into that shirt and stay here.]
I've got to stay focused on one problem at a time, for now.
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There's a part of him that's hesitant about how much they keep putting aside for later, that knows that sometimes later never comes - where the things he learned working at the VA about patience and working through things in your own time are at odds with the things he learned in war and as an Avenger, that sometimes now is all you've got.
But one problem at a time, Shiro's right about that. ]
Yeah, I get that. Fair enough, man.
[ But he doesn't move. He just keeps holding Shiro, one arm around his back and the other hand in his hair, just letting himself be content. Like this - like this there's no struggle of now or later. If now is all they have, then this is how Sam wants to spend it, and if they've got plenty of time to work through things, then they've got time for this.
Sam's got time to press a kiss to Shiro's temple, to nuzzle into his hair and let his connection with Shiro wash over him. ]
( Have I told you today how really damn happy I am when we get to be like this? )
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[Maybe he's gotten too complacent.]
[And that's probably not good. But at the moment, it feels like a break he's needed for over a year now.]
Maybe when we get this figured out.
[Just like he'd said before. After the mission. When one problem was done, it was time to pick up another. To keep moving. Keep working. Until you had nothing left. Just like he was used to doing -- even unconsciously.]
[It does, honestly, feel a little odd to have someone hold him. Maybe if they weren't on a bench it wouldn't be. Or if they were drunk again. But, really, the likelihood is high he's just not used to this feeling. It's not bad. Just odd.]
[... really, really not bad, if that contact against his hair is any judge.]
(No, we uh. We were talking about training. Before.)
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