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Evening Buzzer
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"What's eatin' you, Cap'n?"
The words are like a punch to the gut. They sound so nonchalant, so casual, but she knows him well enough, knows that tone of voice. He cares, he cares about her, and it threatens to pull her over the edge.
>Ask how your boss (I assume Juggernaut is your boss?) is doing, & try to just cuddle instead.
Boss, leader, visionary. Same difference, he figures.
>Maybe you need comfort as much as she does.
He needs her to feel better. That's all that matters to him right now.
Her voice just won't come to her, she can't will it. But he doesn't need her to -- in his mind this was a foregone conclusion before he even opened his mouth.
Making love isn't right for them right now. The schedule can wait 'til another day. He pulls out, clambers up her torso, bringing his head close to hers. He holds her, at least as much as those short dragoon arms can manage. It's so wonderful and so horrible all at the same time.
>Maybe you've got some minor good news that boss hasn't heard yet. A potential issue with the water recyclers was solved, or someone figured out how to process a few of the chemicals in the cargo into simple sugars, which will stretch the food a little.
Barkin' up the wrong tree on that one. He wishes he had something for her, but... his forte is makin' shit go boom. Supplies engineering? Might as well be magic, to him.
"Hey." His voice is quiet, reassuring. "Don't bottle it up like that. Talk to me."
She can't bear to look him in the eye. "What's there to talk about? You know."
"What I know is that we're survivors." He pauses, running a big paw through her crimson locks.
"I can tell what's goin' through your head," the dragoon continues, "and it ain't pretty. This all hurts you more than you're lettin' on."
He stares past her, out towards the glittering starscape. "You've kept us alive this long. You did this, you found a way. I trust you, I trust your judgment. But you gotta communicate. Help me help you, mama bear."
Of course she had to get like this in front of him, of all people. Make him want to comfort her. Anyone else... she could take it. But this little fucker, something about him just makes her feel. Maybe if things were different, if her biology didn't play such an outsized role in their plans... maybe she could admit she already knows why.
But she can't. So she doesn't.
She has to fight back the tears. The dragoon doesn't need this from her right now. No one does. She's supposed to be strong, dammit. The strongest.
A juggernaut.
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