[The stream of messages are more reassuring than he expected them to be. Something brittle in him begins to settle, carefully, until he finds himself leaning against a near wall with eyes pinched shut. Eyelashes flicker open again to answer as words come to him.]
if thats what you want to do we can do it. but maybe we wont have to. maybe the alliance will take them down from inside. who knows
[Another thought occurs to him.]
does that mean im gonna have to uh meet your father?
Maybe. Maybe after losing track of us, the Alliance will get nervous and cancel the project, put them on permanent desk duty, discharge them quietly, I don't care. But this heinous project must end.
Not if you don't want to. I don't need you to be some kind of prop to prove I'm actually seriously gay, he absolutely knows. If I was going to introduce you to either of my parents, my mom would be less of a disaster. She would just look disappointed and not say anything to you.
[This is so depressing. He wishes he could bring Cain into his life in a full and welcoming way, but there's really nothing to show him. Just an empty space that he spent his days in.]
dont have to meet either of them. doesnt matter that much to me who your parents are
[Why would he want to meet a man who would snarl and spit, or a mother who would look coolly down her nose, for the sake of who he is? For the belief that he is colonist scum? It doesn't make him eager. And he's never attached Abel's family to Abel himself -- that was always tertiary to the realm of being both military and intimate partners.]
guess well see what happens cant do much about it here right now
[In the process of a transaction, Cain taps out of the conversation for a moment. Long enough to purchase the fish and vegetables and bundle them away into his backpack.]
maybe you could show me what our earth looks like they got this tech here we can use VR, virtual reality dunno much about how it actually works
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
if thats what you want to do
we can do it.
but maybe we wont have to. maybe the alliance will take them down from inside. who knows
[Another thought occurs to him.]
does that mean im gonna have to
uh
meet your father?
no subject
Not if you don't want to. I don't need you to be some kind of prop to prove I'm actually seriously gay, he absolutely knows.
If I was going to introduce you to either of my parents, my mom would be less of a disaster. She would just look disappointed and not say anything to you.
[This is so depressing. He wishes he could bring Cain into his life in a full and welcoming way, but there's really nothing to show him. Just an empty space that he spent his days in.]
no subject
doesnt matter that much to me who your parents are
[Why would he want to meet a man who would snarl and spit, or a mother who would look coolly down her nose, for the sake of who he is? For the belief that he is colonist scum? It doesn't make him eager. And he's never attached Abel's family to Abel himself -- that was always tertiary to the realm of being both military and intimate partners.]
guess well see what happens
cant do much about it here right now
no subject
I just wish I could do something that was normal. Show you what my life was like before, but it was barely anything worth talking about.
Are you coming back with the fish?
[He wants to move away from both of these topics, onto something nicer. The future, not the baggage they're dragging around.]
no subject
[In the process of a transaction, Cain taps out of the conversation for a moment. Long enough to purchase the fish and vegetables and bundle them away into his backpack.]
maybe you could show me what our earth looks like
they got this tech here we can use
VR, virtual reality
dunno much about how it actually works
no subject
I wonder how easy it is to write a program, I could definitely build something to show you!
no subject
no subject
no subject
i wanna see it
no subject