[ he stays like that for a long time. it's not that he doesn't want to move away from the cold water and the biting wind. sitting like this isn't very comfortable, especially since his legs start falling asleep after a little while. but he's not sure he can move. his limbs feels heavy and weak. his throat is tight and he knows it's going to be a while before he can push words out again. grief sits across his shoulders like a yoke attached to a particularly heavy cart.
when he does finally move, it's just to shift enough to get feeling back into his legs. it take him another minute or two before he's able to talk. his voice is low and rough, like gravel. ] I dreamed about him last night. About being out there in Gipsy and going after that fishing boat.
[ he doesn't say, i dreamed about drifting with him and woke up wondering why he wasn't in my head. there's no mention of the empty feeling that's been haunting him since the wee hours of the morning. raleigh doesn't even think about telling them the of fear and panic he remembered in his dreams.
it knows we're in here. raleigh, listen to me--
he doesn't say that the dream ended with feelings of him flying through the air only to crash into the sea and drown as he struggled towards the surface, drivesuit and harness remnants weighing him down. he can barely admit to himself that he's been wondering, ever since he realized he was dreaming and not suffering some sort of ptsd flashback like he hasn't had in years, if that was actually yancy's last memory or just something horrible his subconscious made up to torture him.
no, he just holds onto them a little tighter, closes his eyes and tries not to lose it. not in front of his niece. if it were just naomi here, that would be one thing. but raleigh doesn't feel like he can break down and turn into the wreck that he feels like in front of yancy. ]
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when he does finally move, it's just to shift enough to get feeling back into his legs. it take him another minute or two before he's able to talk. his voice is low and rough, like gravel. ] I dreamed about him last night. About being out there in Gipsy and going after that fishing boat.
[ he doesn't say, i dreamed about drifting with him and woke up wondering why he wasn't in my head. there's no mention of the empty feeling that's been haunting him since the wee hours of the morning. raleigh doesn't even think about telling them the of fear and panic he remembered in his dreams.
it knows we're in here.
raleigh, listen to me--
he doesn't say that the dream ended with feelings of him flying through the air only to crash into the sea and drown as he struggled towards the surface, drivesuit and harness remnants weighing him down. he can barely admit to himself that he's been wondering, ever since he realized he was dreaming and not suffering some sort of ptsd flashback like he hasn't had in years, if that was actually yancy's last memory or just something horrible his subconscious made up to torture him.
no, he just holds onto them a little tighter, closes his eyes and tries not to lose it. not in front of his niece. if it were just naomi here, that would be one thing. but raleigh doesn't feel like he can break down and turn into the wreck that he feels like in front of yancy. ]