"Some of us got extra bonus time travel," says Grif. It's very nonchalant. This is just his life now. "Wash was still on Chorus, he hadn't seen how the thing with the Tartarus turned out, and Locus is... probably somewhere there? I'm when you guys left. Tucker's a little bit later. So far, you're the winner at future stuff."
...Should he explain the dead freelancers thing? Maybe? No? It doesn't feel like it's his place. Carolina will find out eventually. Doing nothing is, as always, easier.
Wash on the other hand, Wash he can talk about. The mention of Big Bird at least gets a snort out of Grif.
"I'll have to find something to trade Locus for that helmet log."
It's not as funny as it could be, though. Grif is finding that he really doesn't like seeing Carolina like this, or hearing about Wash being just as bad off. After almost a year on Legion World, he's started to get very tired of things hurting his friends.
And they are his friends.
"I'm sorry," he says, breaking eye contact. It's worry and regret he's been chewing over since moving forward in the timeline a month and a half ago, and it just slips out. "If I knew you guys were going to actually need me..."
They shouldn't have. They had Wash and Carolina, who are good at things, and the not-good-at-things part of the team is just so big it wasn't like they needed one more, right?
Grif was angry, and in some ways he still is, but he knows he was also an asshole. He regrets staying behind, he regrets what he said, and he's had nobody he could even apologize to if he wanted. Wash hasn't been there yet and Tucker... It's better to just not think about how things are with Tucker. Fuck Tucker.
Maybe Grif has never been the best of friends with Carolina, but he knows her better than he did before they moved to the moon. And she's here, telling him that they did need him and he showed up to help them. It's too much. Grif can lie, he can lie a lot for a very long time, but he's started to find that there are some things that are too important to keep lying about.
He's sorry. He may not be willing to say how much he cares about them, but he wants at least one person on this stupid goddamn team to know he's sorry.
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...Should he explain the dead freelancers thing? Maybe? No? It doesn't feel like it's his place. Carolina will find out eventually. Doing nothing is, as always, easier.
Wash on the other hand, Wash he can talk about. The mention of Big Bird at least gets a snort out of Grif.
"I'll have to find something to trade Locus for that helmet log."
It's not as funny as it could be, though. Grif is finding that he really doesn't like seeing Carolina like this, or hearing about Wash being just as bad off. After almost a year on Legion World, he's started to get very tired of things hurting his friends.
And they are his friends.
"I'm sorry," he says, breaking eye contact. It's worry and regret he's been chewing over since moving forward in the timeline a month and a half ago, and it just slips out. "If I knew you guys were going to actually need me..."
They shouldn't have. They had Wash and Carolina, who are good at things, and the not-good-at-things part of the team is just so big it wasn't like they needed one more, right?
Grif was angry, and in some ways he still is, but he knows he was also an asshole. He regrets staying behind, he regrets what he said, and he's had nobody he could even apologize to if he wanted. Wash hasn't been there yet and Tucker... It's better to just not think about how things are with Tucker. Fuck Tucker.
Maybe Grif has never been the best of friends with Carolina, but he knows her better than he did before they moved to the moon. And she's here, telling him that they did need him and he showed up to help them. It's too much. Grif can lie, he can lie a lot for a very long time, but he's started to find that there are some things that are too important to keep lying about.
He's sorry. He may not be willing to say how much he cares about them, but he wants at least one person on this stupid goddamn team to know he's sorry.