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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[tactical_alert]

"I don't plan on having our lessons so close to one another, no. I just meant, people see your scars. They know you lost something very dear. Might make others think twice in approaching you for anything more than merely social."

[goddamngrenades]

"I'd like to think people would trust me to know my own damn mind about it. Yeah. I lost her. I lost both of them. But that doesn't mean I don't want or need to have people around outside my head." If anything it meant he needed them more. New people so he'd know they were his, they were here.

[tactical_alert]

He raises his hands in silent surrender. Point very well taken.

"Still, we'll have more alone time rather than having lingering eyes. Mostly private lessons."

[goddamngrenades]

"That's fine by me. You're not terrible company." The edge drops from his grin, leaving him warm and casual and approachable once more.

[tactical_alert]

"Oh, you've only just met me. You'll come to learn in time." It's a self-depricating sort of smile, lopsided and sardonic.

[goddamngrenades]

"Nah. Call'n it now. We're gonna be besties." He offers his fist for a bump across the table.

[tactical_alert]

...Right. He'll just let that fist hang in the air for a few bemused moments before tapping it with his pen.

[goddamngrenades]

"Oh come on you can do better than that." He will take Mal's wrist and make him do it properly if he has to,

[tactical_alert]

No he will not. "I wasn't planning on doing better than that. I wasn't planning on doing at all."

[goddamngrenades]

"Is there an English equivalent that I"m not aware of?"

[tactical_alert]

"I'm not fistbumping you, Mr. Murray. Eat your burger."

[goddamngrenades]

"Killjoy." He snorts, going back to his absolutely obscene love affair with a real cheeseburger. Oddly enough he makes the same noises with the salad.

[tactical_alert]

"If that's how you are around our food, you are going to very much enjoy your stay."

[goddamngrenades]

"It's REAL FOOD of course I'm happy. I bet you even have real coffee." Oh, real coffee, how he has missed thee.

[tactical_alert]

"Caffeine," he says with a light smirk. "To fuel our staff and allow them to power through the day."

[goddamngrenades]

"God bless this dome." He salutes Mal with the last of his burger and finishes up his meal, sitting back with a contented sigh. Delta will be along to collect him in a bit but this- this was good. Nice. Natural.

[tactical_alert]

"I can escort you to our resident psychiatrist's office and leave you to it? And I'll give you a tentative schedule of when I'd like to train. Evenings are fine, yes?" He can try to reshape this ranger into someone respectable again. Or he'll damn well try. His hopes aren't high that he'll get into a jaeger again, but they will try.

And the training begins. Away from prying eyes, as promised. Each day is a focus on a new style, a broad range, flexing York's comforts and adaptability. Sometimes with weapons--fencing had certainly been interesting--and usually without. Bruises. Also as promised. Sometimes patronizing, but he always tries to be respectful.

"I think we shall focus on your strengths in upcoming sessions," Malcolm declares at the end of one. "Hone in on what you're good at, make you better, see how you're doing about that blind spot when in your element."

[goddamngrenades]

It's hard work. It's work which he expected but he didn't think he'd end up going back to his bunk so worked over that he'd actually sleep. That was a change. That was just one of many good changes. The food makes him want to eat more, so he does. He's active more so he's building up what muscle he's lost while all twisted up by the thing that he lost. Malcolm's actually fun to talk to and the other pilots don't pity him here, don't know him from anything so he talks more.

All and all he's feeling more himself than he had in awhile. Especially when the last one has him on his back on the mats, panting and grinning up at Malcolm. Two points this time, and that? That's an improvement. "Honestly? I'm more worried about how disorienting it'll be for whoever I drift with."

[tactical_alert]

'Fun' and 'Malcolm' never seen to go hand in hand unless getting your ass kicked is fun. (And hey, to each their own.) He helps York (apparently the name he prefers, rather than Taylor, or Mr. Murray) up off the mat. "What, the blind spot?" A shrug. "They'll be your left for you, should you find someone to drift with again."

[goddamngrenades]

Taylor's too intimate, Mr. Murray too clinical- York is a good medium. They were a little weird over at his dome, sure, the project being what it was but it worked for them. He's not sad to leave it behind, though. "How long till you think I can sign on for compatibility testing?"

He thinks he's got a handle on things but Malcolm is nothing if not brutally honest.

[tactical_alert]

"You can sign up whenever you feel ready." And that is the truth. "Whether they'll allow you to is another matter." Other shoe dropped. "What does the doctor think?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Really?" And he shouldn't want that so bad. To get back in the suit, to fight again. Part of it is- being able to feel her in the drift again. Feel both of them. The other part is just to get back to the frontline.

Or die like he was supposed to.

"...That I need more tests to establish whether or not I'm hallucinating or ghost drifting. Still."

[tactical_alert]

"I should think ghost drifting is the most likely scenario, but if more tests need done, then more tests need done."

[goddamngrenades]

"Nine months afterward?" It's- unheard of, usually. But they'd been- almost been- why hadn't he just-

He sucks in a breath and pulls himself up, scrubbing at the back of his neck. "I'll go through the runaround again. I just want a partner, you know? Probably won't have a jeager for us for awhile."

[tactical_alert]

"Do you really think it wise to be eager for a new partner? It's not unheard of, of course, just...unusual." Why put himself in that position all over again? If there even is anyone else out there for him.