[Jean, do you know how much he wants to agree? How much he wants to tell you he doesn't want it to be his life here, either. That he wants to be the pilot again. Just that. The only title he ever felt like he really earned, that he ever wanted to work for...]
[Instead of falling into. Instead of having it piled on his shoulders for trying to survive.]
[So yeah. This is one heck of a hug.]
[... it only really loosens up when Jean asks that question, of all things. And that's only because he's starting to laugh. A watery, exhausted sort of laugh that sounds more disbelieving than anything else.]
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[Instead of falling into. Instead of having it piled on his shoulders for trying to survive.]
[So yeah. This is one heck of a hug.]
[... it only really loosens up when Jean asks that question, of all things. And that's only because he's starting to laugh. A watery, exhausted sort of laugh that sounds more disbelieving than anything else.]
It's -- it's a chip. A triangle.