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[ It's a very, very blunt question, and he looks miserable. ]

You sound like my sister. [ He mumbles it as he takes another drink straight from the bottle.

...

That wasn't an answer, Alex... ]

Edited 2018-06-26 18:21 (UTC)

[She stares at him, waiting, and when he doesn't continue she shakes her head.]

Are you going to answer me?

What'd'you want me to say, Gunny? [ He looks down into his bottle. ]

She's probably dead. They're both probably dead. I ain't gonna claim it was like - a great romantic movie, or anything, but I did love her. [ He didn't sound as sure as he should have, mostly because he couldn't get his sister's voice out of his head. He didn't even really realise that he put it in the past tense. ]

An' it made sense. My folks were damn happy. When it was workin', anyway.

[ His face fell. ]

Just glad my dad never got to see when it - least he didn't have to see that.

[Her mouth twists, and she certainly catches the past tense, but she doesn't argue it, even though she's starting to think maybe his pining for her is more out of guilt than anything else.]

You're not a failure, Alex. Maybe you weren't cut out to be a perfect husband planetside, but you impress the hell out of me.

[ He could feel the heat behind his eyes, a feeling that he couldn't quite pin point filling him up from the chest outward. Touched, maybe. Just incredibly touched, that she would say that, and believe it.

He had to swallow, so that it didn't break in his voice when he spoke. ]

Thanks, Gunny.

[ He swallowed again, blinking a little too much. Come on, Kamal. Keep it together. He pulled in a long breath, went to take another drink, but paused - watching the curve of the planet disappear around the other side of the station, and the sky fill with nothing but velvet black pinpointed with stars. ]

... I know I shouldn't wish this place on anyone, [ He started carefully, his voice quiet, ] But I'm damn glad you're here, Gunny. I don't think I'd be able to handle this place without you.

[It makes something in Bobbie's chest twist, overwhelmingly fond, and she smiles at him. She reaches for the bottle, fingers brushing against his.]

I think you're tougher than you give yourself credit for, but I'm glad I make it a little easier. You make it easier on me, too.

[ It's strange, how some touches mean more than others. And it wasn't like he and Bobbie didn't have a lot of physical contact - she'd hugged him several times, now. And yet there was a weird shiver of electricity in his fingers as they brushed hers, though he didn't comment on it. He just let her take the bottle, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

He couldn't very well lie to himself and pretend he didn't have a weakspot for her, at this point.

All the more reason to keep his damn mouth shut.

But he glanced over, and she was smiling at him, and something stupid and warm curled in his chest anyway.

God damn it.

He offered a smile back, honest, even if it didn't quite reach his eyes. He was glad that she felt like he supported her, too. Though he didn't know what to say about it. So he focused on the rest.]

Nah. Amos, Naomi - they're a hell of a lot tougher than me. Same with you. I just don't totally understand how we keep endin' up right in the middle of the shit storm.

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[Bobbie takes a swig from the bottle, though there isn't much left. She's still smiling a bit when she hands it back.]

Lucky us, huh? Maybe it's because we're all so damn stubborn.

Maybe. [ He glanced down into the bottom of the bottle, then finished off the mouthful still there, and set it down between them. ]

Though sometimes I get this weird feelin' that--

[ He let out a breath. ]

It can't just be random, right? Maybe all this - maybe this all ties into the protocrap, in the end, and stuff finally makes some god damn sense.

Maybe we're supposed to be here.

You mean... what? The protomolecule brought us here, or it's some kind of fate?

[ He doesn't answer right away, fingers lingering on the neck of the bottle even as it rests on the ground. ]

... Would be a pretty god damn terrible sort of fate, I guess, wouldn't it.

[She hums thoughtfully at that.]

Yeah, maybe, but I'd rather go down fighting than wasting away of old age in a hospital bed.

... Yeah.

[ He nods slowly. ]

Yeah. Can't pretend it doesn't scare the ever livin' shit out of me, but - me too.

When we ran into that thing on Ganymede... I've never been that scared in my life. It scares the shit out of all of us.

Yeah.

And I can't help shake the feelin' that - I don't know. [ His fingers curled, tapping against the glass of the bottle. ]

That we ain't seen the worst of it, yet.

I think you're right. One step at a time, yeah? We'll figure it out together.

[ He turned his head, looking at her, and then a small smile spread across his lips, warm and fond. ]

Yeah. [ He glanced back out to the endless field of stars, where for the first time in his life, Mars was no where to be seen. ]

Yeah. We will.

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