[He might really be floating, for all he feels connected to reality right now. Floating in the pool, floating in zero gravity. Surrounded by stars or liquid, he can't tell. Doesn't want to tell.]
[In all honesty, it's hard to remember the last time he felt this way. Maybe... maybe the first time it was clear they'd made it. They were free of the atmosphere. They'd done it, at last.]
[Drifting.]
[Sam's voice pulls him in. Pulls him back out of a distant memory. Enough to where he can press his face to his neck.]
[He loves this.]
(You're ... really going to sit there? If I crash?)
[You're really going to catch me if I crash. Aren't you.]
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[In all honesty, it's hard to remember the last time he felt this way. Maybe... maybe the first time it was clear they'd made it. They were free of the atmosphere. They'd done it, at last.]
[Drifting.]
[Sam's voice pulls him in. Pulls him back out of a distant memory. Enough to where he can press his face to his neck.]
[He loves this.]
(You're ... really going to sit there? If I crash?)
[You're really going to catch me if I crash. Aren't you.]