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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

broadcast; voice

[ 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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[worn_wings]

[ Glenn's got every right to do that. That's the problem, here-- Daryl's in an impossible situation. Because he gets it. This whole impossible business, you can't do anything but try to be grateful for it but--

but-- ]

Last thing I wanna do is put this on you,

[ he says quietly, desperately, shaking his head. Doesn't say but. Doesn't need to, because it hangs in the silence anyway, unavoidable and impossible for either of them to forget. But I got you killed. It'd be a goddamn blessing if he could forget that, but he can't. And doesn't deserve to. If that's what he sees every time he closes his eyes, it's better than he deserves, because he got Glenn killed.

He definitely doesn't want to say that, though. ]

[rheecon]

[ The but may not be voiced, but it hangs there pretty heavily. It has the whole time he's been here, lingering through whatever he's done to try to get it to dissipate. It feels like he should be able to make it go away, but he doesn't have that power. Nobody can just will that away. ]

And I don't want it on you, either. Or between us.

[ There's no precedent here, of course. This would surely elude people far more emotionally competent than either of them. He falls unintentionally quiet here, trying to find words that could navigate it and failing. ]

[worn_wings]

[ Something in him breaks. He can feel it, even though of course it's nothing-- just twill or resolve or the pain he's been trying to patch up, take your goddamn pick. But all the same, he feels it. Takes a sharp breath, shuddering, too close to a sob for comfort.

Jesus, he's gotta get his shit together. He knows. Scrubs his face with the back of his hand, like the pressure of his knuckles might keep it all down somehow. ]

Dunno how, [ he manages to say, flat and clipped. He really doesn't. They gotta get past this, but how the fuck do you get past something like this? ]