[ The moment is appreciated, because it helps Sam get back under control, too. When he makes contact again, his side of the connection is muted, and there's a faint note of apology. ]
(Clint's out of commission, like Barnes. Giorno, too.)
[ But Giorno's feels different in a way he hasn't quite placed yet. It's setting him a little on edge. ]
That definitely illuminates things a bit, though - that weird sense of wrongness on the edge of his thoughts that he's been trying valiantly to pretend isn't buzzing. ]
[ There's a touch of agreement, and almost without realizing it, Sam turns more of his focus on their brood link, making it a little wider, a little stronger. Ain't like it makes up for the absence of the others, but for a moment, it makes breathing a little easier. ]
(Feels almost like before everyone got here.)
[ Sam's the only one left now who remembers how that felt, before the others in their brood had woken up. Well - maybe Parker, but she's cut herself off from them so hard that the place where she should be might as well be faded. Sometimes, he can't say he blames her. ]
[ A little awkward, but Sam's good at awkward and not so good at knowing what to say, most of the time. He felt like something was missing when he woke up, sure, but they were two-thirds complete then. It was a lot less bad than it could've been.
What's it like for the ones who wake up first, and have to wait for everyone to catch up to them? He's sure he could find out easily enough from someone here, but he doesn't really want to. ]
[ Because he'd made that choice even before that, or something close enough - stand back and let things happen, or do whatever you have to to make them right. It's the choice all of them make every time they put on a helmet. Cape. Jetpack. Whatever.
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( Clint's out of commission, like Barnes. Giorno, too. )
[ But Giorno's feels different in a way he hasn't quite placed yet. It's setting him a little on edge. ]
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[ Well, fuck.
That definitely illuminates things a bit, though - that weird sense of wrongness on the edge of his thoughts that he's been trying valiantly to pretend isn't buzzing. ]
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[ Well, fuck pretty much sums it up, actually. ]
( How's your head? )
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( Feels almost like before everyone got here. )
[ Sam's the only one left now who remembers how that felt, before the others in their brood had woken up. Well - maybe Parker, but she's cut herself off from them so hard that the place where she should be might as well be faded. Sometimes, he can't say he blames her. ]
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[ A little awkward, but Sam's good at awkward and not so good at knowing what to say, most of the time. He felt like something was missing when he woke up, sure, but they were two-thirds complete then. It was a lot less bad than it could've been.
What's it like for the ones who wake up first, and have to wait for everyone to catch up to them? He's sure he could find out easily enough from someone here, but he doesn't really want to. ]
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( It was unsettling as hell, man, I don't miss it. Not that most of this isn't, but... we all made our choice. )
[ And Sam'd make it again, even with everything. The deal he'd taken was worth it, and that makes it across the mental link, too. ]
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[ Because he'd made that choice even before that, or something close enough - stand back and let things happen, or do whatever you have to to make them right. It's the choice all of them make every time they put on a helmet. Cape. Jetpack. Whatever.
In for an inch, in for a mile. ]