Aden imagined that there had to be a lot of thoughts going through the other man's head currently. Complicated thoughts, the type that tended to tie themselves into knots to be difficult to untangle properly. Had he been in the Bull's place- in some foreign world with weird technology and weirder people all on his lonesome- then he imagined he'd feel the same. And he'd probably take it worse.
Rage tended to be his go-to emotion for inconveniences, after all.
The train hadn't even done him the decency of giving him some proper assistance with adjusting. Aden knew himself well enough that so far as support went, he wasn't exactly anyone's first choice. Or second. Or third. He actually probably wasn't even on the list.
Having him for support was sort of like being handed a live grenade without having any use for it what so ever. It was a here, this'll help- we're not even fighting right now, how is a live grenade supposed to help?!- I don't know, figure it out.
He would do his best, though. They were both from the train, after all. At least that was something they had in common, and they could look at each other, agree that it was some weird fucking shit, and be assured that neither of them had gone crazy. There wasn't exactly any particular comfort in that, but it was something.
"Not too long ago I walked in with the former ruthless dictator everyone had been fighting for five years and who had tried to kill me more times than I care to count in tow and told everyone he's totally good now and totally trustworthy so get him security clearance and a place to sleep. I'd say that me fucking off into the forest with some guy who just showed up is par for the course for most of my people at this point."
A bit of a shrug.
"That said, I probably should let my husband know that I'll be going out for a while. The flooring in our room is still worn down from the circles he walked the last time I disappeared without a word."
There was a bit of humor in his voice that suggested that was an exaggeration, but he probably should let Theron know and give Lana a message too considering how likely she was to tear the entire forest down if she felt it necessary to figure out where he'd gone.
"That," He said, pointing to the console in the middle of the room, "Is a piece of technology that can display a person's appearance and voice over large distances. Letting people talk in real time without having to find each other or send written messages. You good if I call my husband up from here?"
It would certainly be quicker than Aden going through the base to find him and then returning. But he did think that so far as weird shit went, holocalls would probably make that list too for the Bull. So he thought it best to both warn and ask rather than immediately moving to make that call.
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Rage tended to be his go-to emotion for inconveniences, after all.
The train hadn't even done him the decency of giving him some proper assistance with adjusting. Aden knew himself well enough that so far as support went, he wasn't exactly anyone's first choice. Or second. Or third. He actually probably wasn't even on the list.
Having him for support was sort of like being handed a live grenade without having any use for it what so ever. It was a here, this'll help- we're not even fighting right now, how is a live grenade supposed to help?!- I don't know, figure it out.
He would do his best, though. They were both from the train, after all. At least that was something they had in common, and they could look at each other, agree that it was some weird fucking shit, and be assured that neither of them had gone crazy. There wasn't exactly any particular comfort in that, but it was something.
"Not too long ago I walked in with the former ruthless dictator everyone had been fighting for five years and who had tried to kill me more times than I care to count in tow and told everyone he's totally good now and totally trustworthy so get him security clearance and a place to sleep. I'd say that me fucking off into the forest with some guy who just showed up is par for the course for most of my people at this point."
A bit of a shrug.
"That said, I probably should let my husband know that I'll be going out for a while. The flooring in our room is still worn down from the circles he walked the last time I disappeared without a word."
There was a bit of humor in his voice that suggested that was an exaggeration, but he probably should let Theron know and give Lana a message too considering how likely she was to tear the entire forest down if she felt it necessary to figure out where he'd gone.
"That," He said, pointing to the console in the middle of the room, "Is a piece of technology that can display a person's appearance and voice over large distances. Letting people talk in real time without having to find each other or send written messages. You good if I call my husband up from here?"
It would certainly be quicker than Aden going through the base to find him and then returning. But he did think that so far as weird shit went, holocalls would probably make that list too for the Bull. So he thought it best to both warn and ask rather than immediately moving to make that call.