"I know, Tarzan," he says, smiling though despite the mental exhaustion and the nerves that still felt frazzled and worn. "I would have to guess I'm our first," he says with a snort. "Though I'm kind of surprised I could even buy one. I mean... hell it cost me more than the gun would have," he admits, poking at it with a finger as if it's a living, poisonous thing even if it had saved his life.
"I should have... I couldn't think of a better way to say it,' he admits. "Eventually they'll contact the rest of the family, and I needed you to know what happened." He sighs, rubbing at his temple, realizing he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, the last thing he'd had to drink. It felt like a year since he'd pulled up at the junkyard to meet up with Alex and Guerin.
He shifts, looking away again. "I keep thinking about all of those people," he says. Not aliens. Not different. People. They had been people. "And how we got them..." He shakes his head, knowing if he goes down this road he'll never stop, the facade will crack and he isn't sure he'll be able to stop from breaking if he let's the cracks start to grow.
His hand still shakes against Alex's but he's thankful for that secure anchor in that moment, his fingers curling against Alex's. "If... if this is my life now, I really need to think about redoing my guest room," he murmurs, almost tracking the same place Alex's thoughts are when he mentions calling Liz. "I get in trouble with admin sometimes because we get these patients in the emergency room, right?" He looks at Alex, almost smiling as he talks about this. "And they'll start to get cagey about insurance and all, so I go out and talk to them. Usually it's sick kids and I can't... I just can't think about what would happen if their parents got picked up, if these kids got sent to those camps," he says, expression hardening. "We have a sample closet and I'm forever raiding it for them, before they're registered and expecting to have insurance. My mom would have my ass if she knew," he says, smiling then though it's watery as his is gaze.
"I'd... I'd like to tag along,' he says, his hand still holding Alex's, more or less. "I need to get her on antibiotics if nothing else. So yeah, that's good. I need..." He looks around. "Maybe I shouldn't just stay here, entirely not watching that video of my dad."
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"I should have... I couldn't think of a better way to say it,' he admits. "Eventually they'll contact the rest of the family, and I needed you to know what happened." He sighs, rubbing at his temple, realizing he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, the last thing he'd had to drink. It felt like a year since he'd pulled up at the junkyard to meet up with Alex and Guerin.
He shifts, looking away again. "I keep thinking about all of those people," he says. Not aliens. Not different. People. They had been people. "And how we got them..." He shakes his head, knowing if he goes down this road he'll never stop, the facade will crack and he isn't sure he'll be able to stop from breaking if he let's the cracks start to grow.
His hand still shakes against Alex's but he's thankful for that secure anchor in that moment, his fingers curling against Alex's. "If... if this is my life now, I really need to think about redoing my guest room," he murmurs, almost tracking the same place Alex's thoughts are when he mentions calling Liz. "I get in trouble with admin sometimes because we get these patients in the emergency room, right?" He looks at Alex, almost smiling as he talks about this. "And they'll start to get cagey about insurance and all, so I go out and talk to them. Usually it's sick kids and I can't... I just can't think about what would happen if their parents got picked up, if these kids got sent to those camps," he says, expression hardening. "We have a sample closet and I'm forever raiding it for them, before they're registered and expecting to have insurance. My mom would have my ass if she knew," he says, smiling then though it's watery as his is gaze.
"I'd... I'd like to tag along,' he says, his hand still holding Alex's, more or less. "I need to get her on antibiotics if nothing else. So yeah, that's good. I need..." He looks around. "Maybe I shouldn't just stay here, entirely not watching that video of my dad."