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It's human, or so I was told.

[ ellis hadn't found that much of a comfort either. credit to warden joppa, he'd tried. ]

It will lessen in time. [ unspoken: if you're lucky ] In the meantime, you can plan for it, so you're not caught off-guard again.

[propulsion]

[ Unseen through the crystal, Tony half-smiles at the qualifier to this first thing. Relatable content. ]

And how do you do that, chief?

[ That sounds more specific -- does an Ellis do that, rather than any figurative person who might freeze up when the going gets tough. ]

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[ Surely not process trauma in a healthy way. ]

Make sure you have someone on hand who can act when you cannot.

[propulsion]

[ That induces a weird pang outta nowhere that Tony doesn't appreciate. (Outta nowhere, as if feeling homesick and missing the people who were in your life is somehow unwarranted in this circumstance. Gross, though.) ]

Okay. Hey, thanks for volunteering.

[heorte]

[ Oh.

Ellis knows he'll make it weird if he says the first thing that comes to mind (I'm honored.) so he doesn't. There's a contemplative pause instead while Ellis rides out the rush of surprise and guilt at this sentiment. ]

You're very welcome.

[ In the extremely literal sense that Tony's welcome to prevail on him. ]

[propulsion]

[ That feels like it should be followed up by a real thanks instead of, like, A Line That Dimly Implies The Real Thing But With Extra Deniability, and Tony hesitates over that contemplation before it's dragged to the mental recycle bin. ]

Yeah, you kind of remind me about someone I guess. Tell you about it when it gets extra maudlin sometime.

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I'll gladly listen.

[ even if he will suffer by comparison, most likely. ]

We'll need drinks for it, I assume.