"Not - not exactly? I wish neither of us had to go through all this," she
murmurs, mostly into his neck. "But I'm glad you told me. I'm so glad
you're my friend."
"Fuck. I was hoping misery would love company." He replies, a bit muffled, but hugs her back. Against his neck there are the scratchy remains of a scarred neck from the rope that would have killed him.
"Glad you're my friend too, Rosie. You're not gonna be this sad forever. I can guarantee that."
"Yeah, the sad days are the worst. But hey - you're not alone in this. That's gotta help some, right? Who else on this ship do you like to hang out with?"
"Um - Sand, I like a lot," she says quietly. "And I like spending time with
Zim, even though he's kind of strange. Misty. Bill. I met a new warden,
called Wolf? I liked talking to her."
He's a little bummed he doesn't have his shapeshifting powers back, but keeps them both propped up just fine.
"Not physically. But yeah." He admits. "I've done plenty of awful, fun shit to other people since then, but none of it came close to that first moment of waking up dead and alone. I think I just really never stopped hating myself for it. You know?"
She finds his hand and carefully curls her own around it. She instinctively
wants to tell him not to hate himself for that, for one moment that's long
gone and can't be changed - but if it was that easy he'd have done it by
now, right?
And she doesn't like herself very much right now, and she doesn't know how
long that's going to last.
"'Course. Hey, but maybe let's not mention this to anyone else, all right? I've got kind of a reputation as a huge pain-in-the-ass that I have to maintain and if Hange knew I was here not being a superficial jerk, she'd want me to be like that all the time.
And that's exhausting. I couldn't keep up with that kind of pressure."
"I'll never tell anyone, Beetlejuice. You have my word," says someone who
is, if anything, a little too good at keeping secrets. "This can be just
ours."
Amiable enough, he nods, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Wellll, Bill murdered my pet sandworm so her corpse has been stinking up the place until Hange gets the Big Guy to resurrect her but meanwhile she's probs busy dissecting her."
"Big Sandy is great but she doesn't always get that I'm her pal and I guess she kept trying to eat me when I was a living kid last week. Bill was protecting my dumb ass."
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"It was a long time ago, babes. But do you feel a little better about the crap you're going through?"
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"Not - not exactly? I wish neither of us had to go through all this," she murmurs, mostly into his neck. "But I'm glad you told me. I'm so glad you're my friend."
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"Glad you're my friend too, Rosie. You're not gonna be this sad forever. I can guarantee that."
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"Thank you." Another pained little laugh. "It feels like so long already! I forgot the days could go this slow."
How time crawls when you're dealing with the perceived abandonment and condemnation of everyone you love.
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"Yeah, the sad days are the worst. But hey - you're not alone in this. That's gotta help some, right? Who else on this ship do you like to hang out with?"
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"Um - Sand, I like a lot," she says quietly. "And I like spending time with Zim, even though he's kind of strange. Misty. Bill. I met a new warden, called Wolf? I liked talking to her."
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"And you got me, too, kid."
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Rose smiles weaklyand bumps their knees together.
"You know I'm older than you, right?"
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She chuckles.
"I couldn't really tell you in Earth years anyway."
Rose leans against him a little, too tall to rest her head on his shoulder, just...absorbing his presence.
"...does it still hurt? What happened to you?" she asks softly.
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"Not physically. But yeah." He admits. "I've done plenty of awful, fun shit to other people since then, but none of it came close to that first moment of waking up dead and alone. I think I just really never stopped hating myself for it. You know?"
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She finds his hand and carefully curls her own around it. She instinctively wants to tell him not to hate himself for that, for one moment that's long gone and can't be changed - but if it was that easy he'd have done it by now, right?
And she doesn't like herself very much right now, and she doesn't know how long that's going to last.
"...Yes. I think I do."
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"Didn't mean to be all Doom and Gloom on you."
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"I kind of asked you to, right?"
She squeezes his hand.
"Thank you for coming over."
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And that's exhausting. I couldn't keep up with that kind of pressure."
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Rose sniffles and nods.
"I'll never tell anyone, Beetlejuice. You have my word," says someone who is, if anything, a little too good at keeping secrets. "This can be just ours."
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"Thanks Rosie. You're amazing."
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"So are you."
She kisses his cheek.
"I...I'm going to be okay. I think. I just...have more to work out than I thought I did."
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"Yeah. I get that. Nice thing is, you're not invisible anymore. You're not, like. Alone alone."
A pause.
"That made more sense in my head, I swear."
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"I think I get it."
She looks around. Looks at the door.
"Shall we go somewhere else? I...I don't really want to be in here right now."
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"Just so you know, my room is being fumigated right now. Wanna crash at Ford's again?"
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"...Let's just go for a walk."
She's not sure she wants to deal with Ford.
"Why fumigated? Who's doing that?"
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"Wellll, Bill murdered my pet sandworm so her corpse has been stinking up the place until Hange gets the Big Guy to resurrect her but meanwhile she's probs busy dissecting her."
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Rose pauses at the door and looks back, horrified.
"He - why? Why would he do something like that?"
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