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IC INBOX
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[donkeyballs]

[ He keeps chuckling, and it's good, it's almost cathartic, and it's something else to think about than 20 million people dead or being stuck thousands of lightyears away from Mars, or never seeing the faces of his family again--

The laugh dies out, the smile fading, though he then forces it to stay plastered onto his lips. He finishes pouring their drinks, then holds up his glass toward her. ]

To Mars. And may they get some goddamn sense in their heads so its still there to go home to.

[marineris]

[Bobbie's smile vanishes instantly, mood lowering. She clinks his glass against his softly.]

We'll get home. We have to.

[And she's not going to let herself think about her father or her brothers or anyone else she cares about, still at home and at the mercy of a war that's only escalating.]

[donkeyballs]

We will.

[ He took the drink, the whole thing, in one shot.

He did not say 'hooboy' this time.

Instead, he just set it down on the bar a little too hard, then looked at her. ]

We will, Gunny.

[ They had to. ]