“Misunder━ You don't just 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 someone.ᐟ”
Feeling his anger rise - Mark was quick to try and push it down, to control it. Still, he was .. shocked.
Hating a person was one thing. But shooting them, very much attempting to KILL them .ᐣ Immortal or not, it ..
man, and can make your own decisions… They insisted you were his responsibility and again, insisted I leave. When I pushed back… This happened. Had I realized he owned a firearm, I probably would’ve listened. Just a big misunderstanding, really.”
“Ah-“
He cringed, trying to find the words. “You’re quicker than I’d hoped. Yes, that’s what happened. I think it was only a misunderstanding, but… As I was trying to explain, he demanded I leave the ship - though, I was only trying to suggest that you’re your own
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Oh.
Oh no.
Mark was quickly piecing everything together. He 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 Morgan owned a firearm, for some god forsaken reason- And never dared to question it.
If this was about━
“Are you saying the 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 shot you━ .ᐣ”
“Well, I was meeting with the captain to discuss our…” blink. “To discuss you and I. See, I’d heard about that little argument the two of you had, and… Felt I ought to say something.”
“Actually… That is, kind of, how I ended up in this position in the first place.”
Actor shook his head again - eyes flicking over to their entwined fingers.
“I- 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 tried to insist on that, but ... ”
The argument with Morgan still gnawed at him. The Captain was welcome to his opinions, but- ...
No matter.
“Well, you can guess how good that went.”
“Oh, that’s true. Which is all the more shameful - I’d like to think I’ve changed. The past is in the past — I can’t undo what’s already done.”
Meeting him with a level tone - and giving a shrug.
“...Maybe they do, but don't care .ᐣ Given how many enemies you have, I mean ...”
He's sheepish to mention it, but - 'some people' was pretty obvious to him now he knew ... well, plenty of things he most likely 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕.
“More than I hope you’ll ever have to know.”
He paused, then - gazing off distantly into nowhere, into nothingness — before letting out a little sigh. “It’s a shame some people don’t understand that.”
Given the redness now in the engineer's face and the avoidance of direct eye contact, the man caught the hint.
There was a little smile upon his face, though.
“Well... I'm glad 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 difference is made. As- incredible as immortality is, I guess it could be, uh .. lonely .ᐣ”
“Oftentimes, I meet people who make immortality feel like a chore - but occasionally, I meet someone who makes it all worth it.”
hint, hint. he… wasn’t lying. he held himself at an arms length from the Engineer, sure — but there was something undeniable between them.
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His head lifted, large doe eyes meeting the actor's own. Often, they were so cold ... but sometimes, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 - the engineer swore he could see something else within them.
Something warmer. Something ... human.
Who knows ..
“..'Almost' .ᐣ”
“Darling, when you live as long as me — you forget the world doesn’t live with you. You feel as though nothing matters.”
a stretch, maybe - but not entirely untrue. giving his hand a squeeze, grounding himself through that little bit of contact. “Well. Almost nothing.”
Taking the man's hand in his own without much thought, the engineer gave a weary little chuckle ... pressing his forehead against their entwined hands for a moment.
“Yeah, tell me about it. Then again ... I guess living for so long would make you forget that, Mm .ᐣ”
Actor’s eyes shifted from in front of him to the other. Weakly, he gave a little smile — raising a hand toward the Engineer.
“I guess I forget that, sometimes.”
The engineer shook his head, pulling over a chair to sit beside the other.
“No, its- Its okay, Actor. It's just ....”
A small sigh, choosing his words carefully.
“You're not .. totally invincible, nobody is. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 why I worry.”
“Mm…”
He propped himself up on his elbows, just a bit - giving a little nod.
“I’ll be alright. Thank you, Mark. Seems like I haven’t been doing you any favors… I’m sorry.”
Taking a moment, to just .. breathe. He eventually looked back at actor, worry written all over his face.
A slow breath, and he walked back over.
“H-Hey ... How- um, How are you feeling .ᐣ”
Stitches fucking sucked.
But it was nothing he couldn’t handle.
When it was over, it was… Hard not to feel a little lightheaded. He let out a shaky sigh, fighting for his life not to pass out. No- he had to focus.
Just…
Breathing. Waiting.
The process was painful. Removing the bullet, cleaning the wound - stitching it up. Mark got it done as quickly as he possibly could while exercising caution.
He had so many thoughts, so many questions - but they could all wait until he was 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 the other was okay.
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Gathering what he needed, the engineer was quick to return - setting the kit on the table beside him.
God, his hands are shaking.
Retrieving a pair tweezers, he had to get that bullet out..
“T-This, um ... is gonna hurt, I'm sorry━”
“I.. Try to keep talking t'me, okay .ᐣ”
He didn't like this.
Really didn't like this - he's scared.
What if he couldn't━ no, no.
“W- What happened .ᐣ”
Rounding the corner, soon arriving at his desired destination - a bit out of breath, but that didn't deter him. Mark --