[76 won't lie about that, because that had been the goal all along--to get back home without anyone finding out the truth, so that they could all get on with their lives and no one's safety would be compromised when they were thrust back into the political reality of their world. If they knew, they'd come look for him as soon as they returned. He needs to keep them away from him.
Of course, he's done a very poor job, and his attempts to articulate the simple fact that everything he's done, he's done for them--are even worse.
He still can't meet her eyes. The soft choked noises she makes and the little wet stains on his fatigues tell him all he needs to know. Listening to her try and keep herself together is almost unbearable, but he's not sure what to do about human contact anymore. He knows he should be trying to comfort her, but his hands fall back against his sides, completely limp. Breathing is hard enough--he can't quite bring himself to touch her in return.
But he lets her guide him onto his back, chest still heaving a little with exertion and panic, still tight with the prospect of what she must think of him now that she has his shirt off and his mask off and his life is in her hands once again.]
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[76 won't lie about that, because that had been the goal all along--to get back home without anyone finding out the truth, so that they could all get on with their lives and no one's safety would be compromised when they were thrust back into the political reality of their world. If they knew, they'd come look for him as soon as they returned. He needs to keep them away from him.
Of course, he's done a very poor job, and his attempts to articulate the simple fact that everything he's done, he's done for them--are even worse.
He still can't meet her eyes. The soft choked noises she makes and the little wet stains on his fatigues tell him all he needs to know. Listening to her try and keep herself together is almost unbearable, but he's not sure what to do about human contact anymore. He knows he should be trying to comfort her, but his hands fall back against his sides, completely limp. Breathing is hard enough--he can't quite bring himself to touch her in return.
But he lets her guide him onto his back, chest still heaving a little with exertion and panic, still tight with the prospect of what she must think of him now that she has his shirt off and his mask off and his life is in her hands once again.]
It's to keep you safe, Angela.