[He wants to go home. Not the base, but home—a place that doesn't exist anymore twice over. If he could do it all over—
But Blake is here, and he shouldn't let himself go down that road. There's no point in it, anyway. Ferran ends up crossing his arms over his chest, and his legs feel sluggish, but he makes them move at a reasonable pace anyway. If he sticks around here too long in the mood he's in, he can picture those awful bears fetching him for that ride again.]
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Just... town, somewhere.
[He wants to go home. Not the base, but home—a place that doesn't exist anymore twice over. If he could do it all over—
But Blake is here, and he shouldn't let himself go down that road. There's no point in it, anyway. Ferran ends up crossing his arms over his chest, and his legs feel sluggish, but he makes them move at a reasonable pace anyway. If he sticks around here too long in the mood he's in, he can picture those awful bears fetching him for that ride again.]