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[rheecon]

Who: Glenn and your face
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: On the Goldstone if you want
When: Right after Maggie goes into cryosleep

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[ He's taken a little while to try to keep it together, to check the roster, to make sense of it against what he's learned about the Fleet so far, and to at least get himself leveled out enough to talk. ]

Maggie is, um... she's not on the ship. She's still on the roster, but she's not here.

[ A pause, a steadying breath, and onward - ]

I know that's supposed to mean she'll be back, but if anyone's been through this, if it was you or if it was someone you know here... how long are people gone when this happens? And they do all come back, right? As long as they're still on the roster? [ A moment - ] Are they okay?

[ That's... a lot to start with, he knows. It's everything that matters. And then, ]

Thanks. To anyone who answers.

[ Someday he'll post something nice and fun. Really. ]

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[rheecon]

Hey.

[ He gives a little nod. ]

You know you didn't really have to come all the way over here.

[ Not that he's surprised, or complaining, that he did. ]

[worn_wings]

Yeah.

[ but also, he kind of did have to come over. ]

You holdin' up?

[ he knows, it's a stupid question. but he's not quite sure what stage of worry Glenn's in right now-- whether he's pissed or wallowing or just shellshocked-- so it's worth figuring it out. ]

[rheecon]

[ He sort of knows that too. ]

Yeah... yeah.

[ He's... somewhere between and also touching on them all, honestly. ]

She'll be back.

[ At least half to himself. ]

[worn_wings]

'Course.

[ He's got no reason to know that, except people say it's true if your name's still on the roster-- not like when Carol went-- but he believes it. Maybe if he believes it hard enough it'll be true.

Then again it's not like that ever worked before. ]

Just figured you could use someone around.

[ Someone who gets it. Really, what he should've done is found something to drink, but he bolted over without thinking it through. Like it's gonna make a difference whether he's here, but he feels better being here. Hopes Glenn does, too, even just a little, not being on his own. ]

[rheecon]

[ The truth is, he does already feel better for having Daryl here. He offers a weak smile, best he's got right now. ]

Yeah. I think I could.

[ He glances past Daryl to the shuttle for a moment. ]

No chance we can get to where she is, is there?

[worn_wings]

Mnn. [ He shakes his head. ]

She's on the big one. Just new folks there, mostly. Different part, too.

[ Also dead people, but he's not touching that with a thirty foot pole. ]

[rheecon]

[ He gives a small nod, pursing his lower lip like he's not quite satisfied. ]

So no getting there even if you're new?

[ Clearly he's thinking about the ship, though he wasn't there very long. ]

[worn_wings]

[ He's quiet for a long moment, trying to gauge what to say. Now and then when he thinks too long on the Marsiva he remembers the thing he dreamed about, the thing that girl shared with him-- the awful thing in there, which ought to keep anyone from wanting to go there.

But of course if he tells Glenn that Maggie's stuck there with whatever the hell that is... ]

Nah. [ he shakes his head. ] People've tried. No way.

[rheecon]

[ Of course. He gives a little nod, biting his lower lip in idle frustration. ]

So... we wait.

[ Which he's not super great at. Not really a well-guarded secret, that. ]

[worn_wings]

[ He nods. ]

Keep busy if we can.

[rheecon]

[ Sure. They can do that. ]

... well, Pavel offered to give me some whiskey.

[ That's a start, right? ]

[worn_wings]

He's good like that.

[ in Daryl's opinion, that is the right way to deal with it. ]

[rheecon]

Yeah.

[ He takes a breath, sparing a glance around the ship's immediate interior. ]

I said maybe I'd meet him on the Iskaulit. Might be good for me to get off the ship a while.

[worn_wings]

[ He nods, because it probably would be good. ]

I'll come.

[ The if you want is silent, but presumably understood. If Glenn hasn't noticed yet that Daryl will absolutely do pretty much anything he's asked to, then.... well, there isn't even an if for that. ]

[rheecon]

Yeah. Sounds good.

[ It's understood, but unnecessary. Of course Daryl can come along. He pauses just a beat, taking a breath before he cocks his head up the corridor slightly. ]

But hey, you just got here. Why don't you come see the dog?

[ He should probably feed her, now that the worst of the panic has subsided. Kind of. ]

[worn_wings]

[ shit, he totally forgot about the dog. It's a strange thought-- a reminder of how separate they are, here. Thank God she's got Glenn close by.

For so many reasons.

He nods, a shrug of his shoulder urging Glenn to lead on. ]

[rheecon]

[ And so he does, heading for the captain's bunk. ]

Kind of didn't feed her before, with everything.

[ Obviously. He's not quite ready to talk about all that everything in more depth just yet. ]

[worn_wings]

Mmn.

[ Well, he can't really blame Glenn for that. But it'll be good, he thinks-- a distraction he sorely needs right now.

He's at least trying to be subtle with his occasional worried glances. ]

[rheecon]

[ Daryl's not that subtle, but Glenn gets back to the quarters and gives the greeting dog a few scratches before he turns to Daryl and comments on it in any way. ]

I'll be okay. I mean... how long was Maggie stuck here without me? And--

[ And she's permanently without him, back home. He cuts himself off before he goes there, though. ]

She'll be back, and it'll probably be like nothing compared to that.

[worn_wings]

[ The great thing about cutting that off is that it definitely helps Daryl not think about the natural conclusion to that sentence. Which he definitely does not ever think about, with or without prompting. ]

Yeah, [ he grunts, leaning over to let the dog sniff his outstretched hand, because that is way easier than meeting Glenn's eyes or continuing this conversation. Or pointing out that Maggie will get by just fine on her own, because he knows for a fact that she already has.

Maybe coming over here was not a good idea. The dog, at least, is doing an okay job of being comforting, bumping its head against Glenn's knee. ]

[rheecon]

[ He knows, of course, that she'll be okay without him - she's strong, and she'll become the leader he knows she can be. Naturally, it's what he wants for her. But he isn't supposed to know, not like this.

Somehow, so much of his difficulty behind being here without her is that he shouldn't be here at all. He doesn't get to go back, he's not the one who moves on. But to be handed the impossible here, just to have it vanish...

Well. He leans down to pet the dog's head, before putting down her wildly unappealing space food. At least she's okay with it. ]

Hey. Daryl.

[ Yeah. Sorry. ]

[worn_wings]

[ Unappealing space food is plentiful, what else matters? ]

Mn?

[ he's fine, everything is fine ]

[rheecon]

[ He really doesn't want to do this, but... he kind of has to. ]

What happened, that didn't...

[ How the hell is someone supposed to talk about being killed? But he just takes a breath and does it, because he's needed to. ]

I'm still me, and you're still one of the most important people to me. That didn't change.

[worn_wings]

[ Figuring out which of them wants to have this conversation less would be a really tough call. He can't help the deer in the headlights look.

They can't talk about this. Glenn is one of his closest friends, and-- they just can't talk about this.

He's quiet for a long time. ]

We can't--

[ nnnnnnope. He shakes his head, slight but vehement ]

[rheecon]

[ Nope. He's not gonna finally work up the nerve to call this out and then fall back that easy. ]

I can't spend every day here thinking about it.

This place, with or without anyone else, this is all I've got now. And if I can just vanish, if anyone can just vanish... I don't want whatever time I have to be spent with people treating me differently.