[ There's always a choice, one way or another. He stares down at the floor again, taking a moment to piece together his reply. ]
I feel like hell for a few days, then I move on. [ A slight wince. ] I know - I know it sounds awful, but digging that hole any deeper won't help bring them back and - [ a pause ] - the pain of it? All that... unnatural stuff in your head? It fades on its own with time.
[ He looks up again, half expecting Sam to be looking back at him with judgment, but he keeps his gaze steady. ] Maybe one day we'll figure out how to fix the connection and wake them up again. Right now, the best I can do is keep going. Make sure they'll be able to go home one day. [ By fighting the enemy. ]
[ There's no judgment on Sam's end, just a faint hint of relief that the shit going on in his head and making it worse is gonna fade over time. It sucks, but he could deal with it on his own, he thinks, if it weren't for the way all of their faded connections make him feel nearly as empty as he had back in his bad days. ]
Nah, man, it actually sounds pretty healthy. You let yourself feel it for a little bit, acknowledge the loss, and then you keep going. It's better than pretending like it don't mean anything at all, like everything's fine and keep pushing on until you break - and it's better than letting yourself wallow, forgetting that the world goes on and there's still things you gotta fight for.
[ Sam's done a little too much of both, in his time. And honestly, he's not sure if what Steve's doing right now is really finding that balance or if it's leaning a little too much into the former one - Lord knows the Steve that Sam knew back home was so damn prone to it - but it sounds good, and it's the reminder that Sam needed.
He pulls in a shaky breath, shooting Steve a tiny, sad smile. ]
You stuck in the 'feel like hell' part right now, too?
[ It's a relief that's matched by Steve, his brand of coping doesn't often fly with his own broodmates, let alone some of the other hosts. Someone like Parker would berate him for trying to say any of this mattered. One, two or even a dozen bad attitudes would never change his mind, but still - add this to his list of reasons why he really appreciates having Sam Wilson around.
A short nod, the smile matched as well. He shakes his head, looking down with furrowed brows for a short moment. ]
... you feel like getting outta here for a bit? [ Glancing up again, his head tilted. As much as you can try to comfort your broodmates, it gets to the point where you're only echoing grief back and forth. He could use an hour or two to surface from those murky waters where you can't tell whose pain belongs to which person. ]
[ Yeah, well. Sam could say a lot about the coping techniques of the rest of the Hosts - and he definitely has, and probably well again - but now's not the time. It feels good, knowing he and Steve are of a similar opinion here, even if the subject matter isn't the best.
Still, his relief grows a little at Steve's suggestion. ]
Hell yeah, sound pretty damn good right now. [ Sam's already been in touch with his broodmates - but it's just his two teenagers now, with Bucky and Gio out and Parker so damn determined to cut herself off from them, and Sam hates bleeding on them. He could use a little distance. ] Got anywhere in mind?
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I feel like hell for a few days, then I move on. [ A slight wince. ] I know - I know it sounds awful, but digging that hole any deeper won't help bring them back and - [ a pause ] - the pain of it? All that... unnatural stuff in your head? It fades on its own with time.
[ He looks up again, half expecting Sam to be looking back at him with judgment, but he keeps his gaze steady. ] Maybe one day we'll figure out how to fix the connection and wake them up again. Right now, the best I can do is keep going. Make sure they'll be able to go home one day. [ By fighting the enemy. ]
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Nah, man, it actually sounds pretty healthy. You let yourself feel it for a little bit, acknowledge the loss, and then you keep going. It's better than pretending like it don't mean anything at all, like everything's fine and keep pushing on until you break - and it's better than letting yourself wallow, forgetting that the world goes on and there's still things you gotta fight for.
[ Sam's done a little too much of both, in his time. And honestly, he's not sure if what Steve's doing right now is really finding that balance or if it's leaning a little too much into the former one - Lord knows the Steve that Sam knew back home was so damn prone to it - but it sounds good, and it's the reminder that Sam needed.
He pulls in a shaky breath, shooting Steve a tiny, sad smile. ]
You stuck in the 'feel like hell' part right now, too?
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A short nod, the smile matched as well. He shakes his head, looking down with furrowed brows for a short moment. ]
... you feel like getting outta here for a bit? [ Glancing up again, his head tilted. As much as you can try to comfort your broodmates, it gets to the point where you're only echoing grief back and forth. He could use an hour or two to surface from those murky waters where you can't tell whose pain belongs to which person. ]
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Still, his relief grows a little at Steve's suggestion. ]
Hell yeah, sound pretty damn good right now. [ Sam's already been in touch with his broodmates - but it's just his two teenagers now, with Bucky and Gio out and Parker so damn determined to cut herself off from them, and Sam hates bleeding on them. He could use a little distance. ] Got anywhere in mind?