[ 2190 hours. Yeah. Pack it into more units. Sam is glad they're not doing video right now, just puts his head into his heads for a moment and lets the feeling roll over him. It's not been 5 years. Just 3 months.
2190 hours.
He swallows, drags his mouth into a smile so he'll still sound light. He's good at this. He's gotta be good at this. Get your shit together, Wilson. ]
Likewise, truly. [ He woke up to some more losses. Not quite as brutally devastating as Natasha and Steve, but... losses, still. ] How you holding up?
[He never really knows how to respond properly to that.]
I’m very well. Save for a few battle scars. But let’s just say, I have swum without drowning in shallow waters. [A beat.] Your training regimen has aided me tremendously.
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2190 hours.
He swallows, drags his mouth into a smile so he'll still sound light. He's good at this. He's gotta be good at this. Get your shit together, Wilson. ]
Likewise, truly. [ He woke up to some more losses. Not quite as brutally devastating as Natasha and Steve, but... losses, still. ] How you holding up?
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[He never really knows how to respond properly to that.]
I’m very well. Save for a few battle scars. But let’s just say, I have swum without drowning in shallow waters. [A beat.] Your training regimen has aided me tremendously.
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[ Go you, buddy. ]
I hear the last mission was... something else, on several levels.
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[Even the tone in his voice drops a few decibels.]
No one had expected what had taken place. The orbs, while miraculous beings have a way of corrupting the soul in more ways than one.