[ Tense shoulders only prickle more, and he doesn't reach to take the canteen, not immediately. He hadn't been expecting much, but something about Shepard's near bland reaction doesn't sit well in his tightening throat. He's holding back, but red-rimmed red eyes narrow slightly on her.
Aeryn was half of what made PKN7, was the one who got under his skin enough to make him join. In the a slew of awful choices that come with being young, it was probably the best decision he made since entering the CDC. His race is meant to endure long centuries and the quiet test of time, not the rapid and more often than not painful day-to-day changes this service requires its recruits to handle. Without all the extra help PKN7 offered in strengthening, in teamwork and bond building, in catching up not just with the tech and things he didn't understand, but keeping up with it... without all of that, he has no doubt he would've also been a name on one of two lists already. The shorter one.
Now that the other half of PKN7 is sitting in front of him, alive and maybe not one-hundred-percent, but still here after all that happened... well, it's hard to choke that tightness back down into his chest and follow her example. Hers and Aeryn's. To be strong and stony-faced like them, like a solider, like the proper elf he's never successfully been. ]
No. Don't need to. She told me not to... to get attached.
[ He finally takes the canteen back then, glaring harder while placing it back on his hip with fingers that can't quite get the straps back together the first time. ]
It should start up again soon though. She's probly already started it over on the... Quota or Quartet or whatever it was...
[ The Qohol, he knows. He'd keep the name of the crew she'd been moved to tightly locked in his memory, but the fact that they took her away from the Neheda crew means they don't deserve his respect. ]
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Aeryn was half of what made PKN7, was the one who got under his skin enough to make him join. In the a slew of awful choices that come with being young, it was probably the best decision he made since entering the CDC. His race is meant to endure long centuries and the quiet test of time, not the rapid and more often than not painful day-to-day changes this service requires its recruits to handle. Without all the extra help PKN7 offered in strengthening, in teamwork and bond building, in catching up not just with the tech and things he didn't understand, but keeping up with it... without all of that, he has no doubt he would've also been a name on one of two lists already. The shorter one.
Now that the other half of PKN7 is sitting in front of him, alive and maybe not one-hundred-percent, but still here after all that happened... well, it's hard to choke that tightness back down into his chest and follow her example. Hers and Aeryn's. To be strong and stony-faced like them, like a solider, like the proper elf he's never successfully been. ]
No. Don't need to. She told me not to... to get attached.
[ He finally takes the canteen back then, glaring harder while placing it back on his hip with fingers that can't quite get the straps back together the first time. ]
It should start up again soon though. She's probly already started it over on the... Quota or Quartet or whatever it was...
[ The Qohol, he knows. He'd keep the name of the crew she'd been moved to tightly locked in his memory, but the fact that they took her away from the Neheda crew means they don't deserve his respect. ]
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