[aimed at ataraxion]

[themissing]

You're making me sound like a horny psychopath.

Quit it.

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[unsoldiered]

[CHOKES ON HIS SODA IN SPACE.

I mean.

How... you doin'...]

Nah, you're—uh, you're totally more mellow than that. She's just... weird sometimes...

[All the muns are.

SUE HER FOR LIBEL.]

[themissing]

[HER MOM IS A JUDGE oh wait.]

I--hi. Alex.

[This is so awkward, take her now Jesus.]

Are you...doing okay? In space.

[unsoldiered]

I'm doing... better than usual. It's not as bad as it could be, anyway.

[It's even kinda' cathartic, in some aspects. Y'know. The whole 'finding something to live for' thing, since he couldn't be home to protect you. The usual emotional turmoils.]

Meeting new people, figuring out what the hell's going on around here, the usual.

[themissing]

Yeah? Cool.

[Augh she is short on words for her feelings.]

Well--I'll be there soon, right? So fill me in when I get there. Then I can be the voice of reason.

[She's teasing. Just a little.]

[unsoldiered]

You sure? I mean... It'll be great to see you here, but it's not a safe place...

[I'm a worry wart, okay??]

[themissing]

Home wasn't safe either. But you protected me there too.

[Elle has total faith okay.]

[unsoldiered]

Yeah, but the worst was over, back there... At least you don't have to deal with anymore of that shit. This place is too much like it was home.

[He was worried you would, girl.]

[themissing]

Whatever. We'll be fine.

[Just wait until she meets space for real and lives in your hair forever after.]

Somebody more responsible than that guy has to watch your back.

[unsoldiered]

[Fine, you say. Like that's a given.

He shakes his head.]

Well, I guess I don't really have a say in it anyway...

... 'That guy'?

[themissing]

[She will hit anything that tries to make it not a given with a goddamn shovel.]

Yeah, the ex-con? I mean, he seems like a nice guy, but all the drinking and carving up walls?

Don't worry, I'll take care of him too. I don't even know how you survived without me, though.

No more getting kidnapped and tortured, okay? I...

[Faaaltering.]

Just don't.

[unsoldiered]

Murphy? Don't sweat it. We all got our problems we need help working on...

[And basically, Murphy and Annie are the only ones he has to talk to about his life atm. ELLE IT'S BEEN LONELY. But he smiles at that survival bit.]

I don't have any plans to.

[Even if Strela was torture, in its own way. He'd rather forget about that bit. He should probably say something reassuring right now, huh? Maybe something reassuring. He's so damn awful at using words, sometimes.]

It'll... be okay.