[Fuck. Connor never loses track of things like that. The pressing uneasiness and anxiety that's been creeping back up his spine since they got here feels all the worse with the realization, and Gene chews his lip for a moment, struggling to think of something to do or offer to help.
(And resolutely ignoring the figure in his peripheral vision. He recognizes the uniform - of course he does - but the figure's indistinguishable because its face has been blown off.)]
You doin' okay? [Gene knows he's not, but probing might stop him from looking at the faceless trooper. Connor needs help, there's nothing he can do for whatever spirit's decided to haunt him here. Latching on to that helps ease the tightness in his chest, the sensation that his heart's beating too hard.] Wanna come sit by the fire for a while, get you warmed up?
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(And resolutely ignoring the figure in his peripheral vision. He recognizes the uniform - of course he does - but the figure's indistinguishable because its face has been blown off.)]
You doin' okay? [Gene knows he's not, but probing might stop him from looking at the faceless trooper. Connor needs help, there's nothing he can do for whatever spirit's decided to haunt him here. Latching on to that helps ease the tightness in his chest, the sensation that his heart's beating too hard.] Wanna come sit by the fire for a while, get you warmed up?