[ rhys just sort of sits there and listens to everyone else talk before kind of muttering to himself. ]
Ghosts. Magic. Wizards. [ . . . ] Aghhhhh.
[ he presses his palms to his eyes before dropping his head back on the couch, rubbing the heels of his hands against his face as he tries to process this all. sure, he was in the middle of his own adventure back home and nearly getting killed every day but this was different than pandora. on pandora, things still made a weird amount of sense. they worked within the laws of reality.
this, this is a whole different thing. he's out of his depth here and there's a large part of him that just wants to find somewhere quiet and wait it all out till the storm blows over. it'd be easier, he thinks, if he wasn't so alone. if fiona or vaughn were here -- hell, even sasha. hell, even jack. just someone to tell him he could do this, that they won't leave him and that they'll help him.
god, he's so fucking alone.
he drops his arms then and folds them over his chest again, sort of slumping down into the couch a bit more. ]
Well, of course I'm joining. What do you think I am? An asshole? God. [ a resigned sigh here. ] I'll do whatever you need me to do.
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Ghosts. Magic. Wizards. [ . . . ] Aghhhhh.
[ he presses his palms to his eyes before dropping his head back on the couch, rubbing the heels of his hands against his face as he tries to process this all. sure, he was in the middle of his own adventure back home and nearly getting killed every day but this was different than pandora. on pandora, things still made a weird amount of sense. they worked within the laws of reality.
this, this is a whole different thing. he's out of his depth here and there's a large part of him that just wants to find somewhere quiet and wait it all out till the storm blows over. it'd be easier, he thinks, if he wasn't so alone. if fiona or vaughn were here -- hell, even sasha. hell, even jack. just someone to tell him he could do this, that they won't leave him and that they'll help him.
god, he's so fucking alone.
he drops his arms then and folds them over his chest again, sort of slumping down into the couch a bit more. ]
Well, of course I'm joining. What do you think I am? An asshole? God. [ a resigned sigh here. ] I'll do whatever you need me to do.