[ The thing is, he doesn’t think he’d ever have "terms." Sure, in passing he may have made mention of one day coming back, but if he had the choice, he doesn’t think he ever would. He’s been a long way from home for a goddamn long time, now. He’s a completely different person -- definitely not Mom’s little Pete anymore, not the stupid kid who’d throw himself at bullies after they killed a bullfrog, that’s for damn sure. He’s this strange, selfish person who’s been running his entire life. ]
It’s fine. It’ll be fine.
[ He says it as much for her benefit as it is for his own. Still, he lets his hands drop, puts the blaster and the tool back on the table. He’s already done maintenance on his weapons a billion times since they got the assignment -- at this point, he’s pretty sure he could shoot a squirrel with pinpoint accuracy from a mile away.
He hasn’t seen a squirrel in nearly thirty years. How fucking weird.
-- And for some bizarre reason, the thought of squirrels, of all things, rips the fight right out of him, and he visibly sags. ]
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It’s fine. It’ll be fine.
[ He says it as much for her benefit as it is for his own. Still, he lets his hands drop, puts the blaster and the tool back on the table. He’s already done maintenance on his weapons a billion times since they got the assignment -- at this point, he’s pretty sure he could shoot a squirrel with pinpoint accuracy from a mile away.
He hasn’t seen a squirrel in nearly thirty years. How fucking weird.
-- And for some bizarre reason, the thought of squirrels, of all things, rips the fight right out of him, and he visibly sags. ]
I’m fucking terrified, Maya.