SATURDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL (The World)

[gluttoning]

[FOOTBALL NOISES

aka this for IRL football watching or any communications outside Fragment. Yay football. :)]

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[tylorific]

Maybe you're right. But... I think I'd give up pretty much anything for the people I care about.

I don't think I'd be angry though. [ A shrug. ] things can hurt, but I don't really know how to be that mad.

[ But then he's counting and Bear is attempting a question. Tylor gives him a big smile for it, answer coming without much thought-- ]

An astronaut.

[ A little laugh, this time he remembers to muffle it. ]

See? That wasn't so hard, was it? You can ask me anything, and I'll answer you.

[ With that, he turns back to the cast, with one last parting squeeze of his hand. Settling careful against him again, looking down at his handiwork and choosing from the colors he'd grabbed. A hum, a beat, and he offers up-- ]

My dad was one.

[gluttoning]

...I don't think you should have to. People that love you wouldn't want you to give up anything unless it was bad for you. But... I get it. [The loved ones always come first. Even to personal detriment.

Barrett lets Tylor return to his work, looking down at the flooded ink of a mess his own picture had become. Mn. Should he even continue? It feels like a waste not to...

He tries to pick out another color, taking his time, watching the ink stain on his own palms change shape as he works.]

Is that why you wanted to be one? To be like your dad?