Looking up, Vance raised an eyebrow. "You don't necessarily go to the psych because there's something wrong with you," he replied, settling back a bit. "Sometimes, you just need somebody who can listen and give advice. Somebody who can be completely impartial because they're not involved. General you, of course."
Because, no, Vance didn't particularly think there was anything wrong with him. But that didn't mean that having somebody to talk to was a bad thing.
He was quiet when Robbie talked, letting him say things at his own pace. Which, he knew, was sometimes harder for his friend than he would ever admit. When he wasn't forthcoming with more, Vance took the moment to speak again. "For me, it was...loss. It was like when I was at Fort Hammond, but worse because it wasn't just you and Nita and Dwayne that were gone. It was Rich. It was Angel dying of her cancer. The other, older members of the team being gone as well. No Elvin, no Sil, no Mickey or Mike. It was just me, completely on my own and nothing I could have done about any of it."
Which was the crux of it all. The helplessness. Not just being alone, but not being able to stop it.
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Because, no, Vance didn't particularly think there was anything wrong with him. But that didn't mean that having somebody to talk to was a bad thing.
He was quiet when Robbie talked, letting him say things at his own pace. Which, he knew, was sometimes harder for his friend than he would ever admit. When he wasn't forthcoming with more, Vance took the moment to speak again. "For me, it was...loss. It was like when I was at Fort Hammond, but worse because it wasn't just you and Nita and Dwayne that were gone. It was Rich. It was Angel dying of her cancer. The other, older members of the team being gone as well. No Elvin, no Sil, no Mickey or Mike. It was just me, completely on my own and nothing I could have done about any of it."
Which was the crux of it all. The helplessness. Not just being alone, but not being able to stop it.