"Easy, man, easy." He's actually in a pretty good position to give the advice: he's been in the hospital enough and he knows the routine. "Don't want to make yourself sick."
He knows, he knows: no one wants to be told what to do, no one wants to need help, no one wants to... to be explaining the frakked-up laws of physics about the end of the universe to someone he thinks just shot him in the frakking leg. Especially when they're on so many painkillers. That much is obvious. Probably, he should just go. Leave Felix in peace, but if he said he didn't have at least a little morbid curiosity about the whole thing, he'd be lying. And he's a terrible frakking liar.
Three years. Three years is... it's a long time by anyone's standards. If the colonies hadn't been nuked, he probably would've been done with his pyramid career within three years. What would he be doing? Coaching, maybe, or doing gods know what. Something good, he'd like to think -- that's what he was primed to do, that was always his plan for life after pro ball -- but he never saw himself as the kind of guy who'd go around shooting peoples' legs off. But the colonies were nuked, and nothing that's happened since makes any frakking sense.
"Hey, Felix. If you don't mind me asking, which planet are you from? There aren't a whole lot of people at this place who've even heard of the colonies." He gives a wry little laugh. "Never thought it'd make me homesick."
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He knows, he knows: no one wants to be told what to do, no one wants to need help, no one wants to... to be explaining the frakked-up laws of physics about the end of the universe to someone he thinks just shot him in the frakking leg. Especially when they're on so many painkillers. That much is obvious. Probably, he should just go. Leave Felix in peace, but if he said he didn't have at least a little morbid curiosity about the whole thing, he'd be lying. And he's a terrible frakking liar.
Three years. Three years is... it's a long time by anyone's standards. If the colonies hadn't been nuked, he probably would've been done with his pyramid career within three years. What would he be doing? Coaching, maybe, or doing gods know what. Something good, he'd like to think -- that's what he was primed to do, that was always his plan for life after pro ball -- but he never saw himself as the kind of guy who'd go around shooting peoples' legs off. But the colonies were nuked, and nothing that's happened since makes any frakking sense.
"Hey, Felix. If you don't mind me asking, which planet are you from? There aren't a whole lot of people at this place who've even heard of the colonies." He gives a wry little laugh. "Never thought it'd make me homesick."