Her voice gives out. She feels like she is going to faint, and this is a fucking dream. Not really happening. It's okay. It's okay.
But this happened to him. To who knows how many.
And he's just standing there calm, composed, like nothing is happening.
Before she's really able to mark what she's doing she's come forward and seized him by the shirt, pulling him from the console, shaking him firmly. "How many people did you fucking strand out here, Rush?! And you just stand here like 'huh, fascinating', like this isn't your life? The fuck is wrong with you?!"
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Her voice gives out. She feels like she is going to faint, and this is a fucking dream. Not really happening. It's okay. It's okay.
But this happened to him. To who knows how many.
And he's just standing there calm, composed, like nothing is happening.
Before she's really able to mark what she's doing she's come forward and seized him by the shirt, pulling him from the console, shaking him firmly. "How many people did you fucking strand out here, Rush?! And you just stand here like 'huh, fascinating', like this isn't your life? The fuck is wrong with you?!"
So she's sort of coming apart.
It's been a rough night's sleep.