[Well. In a way, that's easier to accept than everyone taking him on as "enough". Everyone accepting it as "enough". When the last thing he remembers doing for the team amounts to letting them down. All of them.]
[He'll accept that, though, from Sam, if nothing else. And for now.]
(Getting better than me pretty quick.)
[He means it as a compliment. And there's no ire in the comment. Just a sort of admiration. And respect. The muted sensation of a sigh. His own hands pushing through his hair.]
(Nothing lead up to it. Nothing we could tell...) [Because they'd been so happy. Everything had been good. Cold -- space and fields of ice and the only human beings on an entire planet. Dry humor and what had to be the last time he'd seen Matt really smile.]
[He can't keep all that to himself. Of course it filters through. All of that, and the sudden, alien shape blocking out the stars.]
(They were just... there. Out of nowhere. We tried getting back to the ship but...)
[He trails off. Remembering searing light. Grabbing their hands and running. Pulling and shoving them ahead. And it hadn't done any good.]
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[He'll accept that, though, from Sam, if nothing else. And for now.]
(Getting better than me pretty quick.)
[He means it as a compliment. And there's no ire in the comment. Just a sort of admiration. And respect. The muted sensation of a sigh. His own hands pushing through his hair.]
(Nothing lead up to it. Nothing we could tell...) [Because they'd been so happy. Everything had been good. Cold -- space and fields of ice and the only human beings on an entire planet. Dry humor and what had to be the last time he'd seen Matt really smile.]
[He can't keep all that to himself. Of course it filters through. All of that, and the sudden, alien shape blocking out the stars.]
(They were just... there. Out of nowhere. We tried getting back to the ship but...)
[He trails off. Remembering searing light. Grabbing their hands and running. Pulling and shoving them ahead. And it hadn't done any good.]