[Finding himself with a major headache, disoriented and on board of a spaceship was not how he planned to spend this morning. He tugs at his own jacket and glances at the grave man beside him. He feels a cataclysm in its way. He feels it in his very bones, and he starts shuddering like a leaf. Britain. He should not be here, he should not--
Words seem terribly inappropriate. He shifts on his seat and, without a second thought, covers Break's hand with his own warm and trembling hand. This is going to hurt. So much. And neither of them should go through this alone.]
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Words seem terribly inappropriate. He shifts on his seat and, without a second thought, covers Break's hand with his own warm and trembling hand. This is going to hurt. So much. And neither of them should go through this alone.]