Wait did I not leave a comment? I totally read this one weeks ago, and much not have. This is one of those where I can’t remember if I’ve read it before, but oh it hits hard. Him sitting there, just so completely exhausted. That house he just can’t make himself go back to. (He loves them—ah, I know, son. That the heart on you. You’ll find others, soon, who will love you back better.)
Missing people did no good. Oooff. A lesson learned when he was just a wee thing.
The way he’s caught between places here. Caving in things he shouldn’t be (command school), Cochrane and warp cores and exhaustion, missing them even if it wasn’t really home. Wanting them (her!) to be proud of him. This is just such a tightly woven piece of so much of his childhood pressing in just as he is so close to moving on. It’s gorgeous, and evocative, and I love it. (And want to wrap that kid in a blanket and tuck him in like he deserves.)
Yeah, that was a rough span of time, in some ways. Between Junkyard Dogs and intake processing. It wasn't all bad, but there were stretches of it which were cruel in terms of just-- Scotty having no where to rest and feel safe. I mean, it says something when the boy feels safer sleeping under a bridge than in his own bed.
He most definitely does need (and eventually get) wrapped up and tucked in proper. Just takes awhile to get there. <3 Thank you!
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