[ yikes. that strikes a few chords. wiping out life to start over seems to be a theme. ]
Yeah. Place where I grew up was usually overlooked, too. Until it wasn't.
[ until the unsc ran military training, operations, recruitment and more out of their back yard. again, a pause, and -- he isn't sure if he should venture, tends to be careful about prying with anyone he even remotely gives a shit about, and he does care about him. but. ]
Wasn't just when you died, was it. [ its not a question. bombs, and then later in the end. the way pietro had trembled in front of him, the way he'd seen everything being destroyed, the way he was afraid of all of it crumbling again -- that last one killed him. but he'd survived the bombs before, maybe even multiple times over. him and his sister, him and wanda. ] You've found something here. I'm glad you have that.
[If it wasn't bombs, it was gunfire and tanks in the streets. It hadn't seemed anything strange, anything wrong, because it's what he'd known. Until he'd been old enough to understand the way his mother would look out the window when the rapport of gunfire was too close, or why his father stayed up so late sometimes, chair positioned by the door to the apartment, expecting a raid that day based on rumours or someone else's over-vigilance. He'd barely gotten that grasp on it all before it became so real in an instant.]
It should not have bothered me like it did. The shaking, the noise.
[But he'd been away from it long enough that he'd started to feel safer, had enough peace, something else to think about. And part of him forgot.]
[ wash is lucky, in that way: he didn't grow up in war. life was rough, but the war was far away and unreal, talked about in broadcasts and, rumors, calls for recruitment. his first taste of what the war really meant came -- later. ]
I don't know if it should not have bothered you. Doesn't matter how long it's been or how used to it you get. Sometimes something happens, and its like you never left.
Having something to lose can bring that into focus. For better, for worse.
[ wash hasn't seen it with his own eyes that much, but -- he gets the sense of it, even though they've had scarce few conversations outside of the context of sex. for all his arrogance, pietro's not selfish. he does genuinely help people, and clearly, letting him focus on that would be beneficial for everyone involved. ]
Back to work.
[ good talk, buddy. back to doing what they both can. ]
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Yeah. Place where I grew up was usually overlooked, too. Until it wasn't.
[ until the unsc ran military training, operations, recruitment and more out of their back yard. again, a pause, and -- he isn't sure if he should venture, tends to be careful about prying with anyone he even remotely gives a shit about, and he does care about him. but. ]
Wasn't just when you died, was it. [ its not a question. bombs, and then later in the end. the way pietro had trembled in front of him, the way he'd seen everything being destroyed, the way he was afraid of all of it crumbling again -- that last one killed him. but he'd survived the bombs before, maybe even multiple times over. him and his sister, him and wanda. ] You've found something here. I'm glad you have that.
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[If it wasn't bombs, it was gunfire and tanks in the streets. It hadn't seemed anything strange, anything wrong, because it's what he'd known. Until he'd been old enough to understand the way his mother would look out the window when the rapport of gunfire was too close, or why his father stayed up so late sometimes, chair positioned by the door to the apartment, expecting a raid that day based on rumours or someone else's over-vigilance. He'd barely gotten that grasp on it all before it became so real in an instant.]
It should not have bothered me like it did.
The shaking, the noise.
[But he'd been away from it long enough that he'd started to feel safer, had enough peace, something else to think about. And part of him forgot.]
I have, and I want to keep it.
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I don't know if it should not have bothered you. Doesn't matter how long it's been or how used to it you get. Sometimes something happens, and its like you never left.
Having something to lose can bring that into focus. For better, for worse.
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I think it makes all the difference.
[Having something to lose again.]
Break is over, yes?
I will text you later.
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Back to work.
[ good talk, buddy. back to doing what they both can. ]