[ he -- breathes out, slow. eyes move over her face on the view screen.
he's scaring her, and it takes what feels like forever for him to really process that. so much longer than it would take to process and break down even the bitchiest equations.
he's scaring her.
another breath, and then he puts a hand to his own forehead. ]
With you. Got it.
[ one more breath, then ] So, how much irony do you think the human body can even stand? Me, telling you to be careful.
[ he trusts you. he does. with everything. this shouldn't be different. ]
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he's scaring her, and it takes what feels like forever for him to really process that. so much longer than it would take to process and break down even the bitchiest equations.
he's scaring her.
another breath, and then he puts a hand to his own forehead. ]
With you. Got it.
[ one more breath, then ] So, how much irony do you think the human body can even stand? Me, telling you to be careful.
[ he trusts you. he does. with everything. this shouldn't be different. ]