[ Faraday huffs out a breath, letting out a soft sound that might be a laugh, and he spreads his hands. ]
And now I’m here.
[ In a mild sort of agreement. Faraday’s more thankful than he’d ever admit that Billy doesn’t ask how he managed that particular feat, because he’s not entirely sure if he’s capable of saying “I ended up with more holes in me than a sieve, and then I blew it and myself the hell up” without an odd sense of dread clutching at his throat, choking him.
(He was sure he was a dead man. He was sure, and in his last few seconds, laughing in the faces of terrified men scrambling to get away, he had told himself it was worth it.
So it had been a hell of a shock to find himself blinking up at a stark white ceiling, in more pain than any man should have to live through, in a place so completely foreign it might as well be a dream.)
He watches as Billy wanders off to one side, and after a moment of hesitation, he follows after. He doesn’t take a seat in the swing beside Billy; instead, he leans back against one of the legs of the structure, thumbs hooked over his gun belt. When Billy looks up at him, letting out that tense little laugh, Faraday shoots him a halfhearted glare. ]
That’s a lie. I am never reckless.
[ Except when he is, which is always, all of the time, at every hour of the day. ]
It was a calculated risk. I knew what I was doin’.
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And now I’m here.
[ In a mild sort of agreement. Faraday’s more thankful than he’d ever admit that Billy doesn’t ask how he managed that particular feat, because he’s not entirely sure if he’s capable of saying “I ended up with more holes in me than a sieve, and then I blew it and myself the hell up” without an odd sense of dread clutching at his throat, choking him.
(He was sure he was a dead man. He was sure, and in his last few seconds, laughing in the faces of terrified men scrambling to get away, he had told himself it was worth it.
So it had been a hell of a shock to find himself blinking up at a stark white ceiling, in more pain than any man should have to live through, in a place so completely foreign it might as well be a dream.)
He watches as Billy wanders off to one side, and after a moment of hesitation, he follows after. He doesn’t take a seat in the swing beside Billy; instead, he leans back against one of the legs of the structure, thumbs hooked over his gun belt. When Billy looks up at him, letting out that tense little laugh, Faraday shoots him a halfhearted glare. ]
That’s a lie. I am never reckless.
[ Except when he is, which is always, all of the time, at every hour of the day. ]
It was a calculated risk. I knew what I was doin’.