"It makes me- made me- an avoidant idiot. I'm only now work'n through all that shit." But he's doing okay he thinks. Managing. Getting better bit by bit with the help of his friends.
"But, yeah. I'm in the thick of it up till about...four, five years ago? Before we met."
Sam nods again, parsing through all of that, adjusting the information he has on Taylor in his mind. Does it change much? No, not really. Not in the grand scheme of things.
"...I don't know if there's anything I can do. What I should do. But if there is anything, I'd like to know." Awkward, as offers go, but genuine.
"You're doing it now, honestly." He does shift to sit next to Sam rather than adjacent. A warm, grounding presence. A reminder that it's okay to feel poorly and it doesn't keep him from having anyone new. "Being a friend. Listening. God, you're a kid and I'm still dumping shit on you. Sorry, man."
"How old are you right now?" Because that jawline does not exactly scream twenty something. Maybe eighteen? People are hard to pin down when they're this young. "And we're friends, yeah. This is part of it."
"Eighteen. I just signed up with the UNSC, remember?"
He does relax, somewhat, when York confirms that yes, this is in fact what friends do. It'd be a shame if he was doing a poor job of it. Seemingly satisfied, he takes another sip of his coffee.
"Oh sweet jesus you is a childrens as well. Why is everyone childrens. Why isn't anyone getting old, I am not meant to be the responsible adult. You know this pretty damn well." Or will know it- the grammar of the situation is twiggy.
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"But, yeah. I'm in the thick of it up till about...four, five years ago? Before we met."
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"...I don't know if there's anything I can do. What I should do. But if there is anything, I'd like to know." Awkward, as offers go, but genuine.
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It's almost a question, the way he says it, blinking down at him with that faintly perplexed look of his.
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He does relax, somewhat, when York confirms that yes, this is in fact what friends do. It'd be a shame if he was doing a poor job of it. Seemingly satisfied, he takes another sip of his coffee.
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