Kira stops, makes himself start again, manages a series of steps and puts his free hand over his sinking face. Ty should know the answer to that, he should not be sitting on the edge of that fucking argument, again, and--
"It's your fucking parka," is the correction that makes it through, his throat closing up against the tinny feeling in his chest. Tines vibrating right on his sternum. Four months is enough time that he has to think about how long that was, a full year between that end and now. The last Kira thought Ty was dead, that he'd never made it back. Ty--this Ty--didn't get the full programming either. Maybe none of them ever fucking do.
Four months is enough time for a lot of things. Four months isn't the sum of them, but it's an important fucking piece.
"I didn't fucking go. I didn't get on the helicopter, it got shot down, they locked us in. And now we are here, and I am not trying to stand here and defend some shit I did or didn't do sixteen months ago to you."
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Kira stops, makes himself start again, manages a series of steps and puts his free hand over his sinking face. Ty should know the answer to that, he should not be sitting on the edge of that fucking argument, again, and--
"It's your fucking parka," is the correction that makes it through, his throat closing up against the tinny feeling in his chest. Tines vibrating right on his sternum. Four months is enough time that he has to think about how long that was, a full year between that end and now. The last Kira thought Ty was dead, that he'd never made it back. Ty--this Ty--didn't get the full programming either. Maybe none of them ever fucking do.
Four months is enough time for a lot of things. Four months isn't the sum of them, but it's an important fucking piece.
"I didn't fucking go. I didn't get on the helicopter, it got shot down, they locked us in. And now we are here, and I am not trying to stand here and defend some shit I did or didn't do sixteen months ago to you."