[ Warren doesn't clarify what he meant by his response, suddenly feeling self conscious about his reaction as he peers at the scar from Gordon's wound. A scar like that should be a distant memory, and yet it wasn't. It was still fresh in both their minds.
He doesn't want to force Gordon to dwell on it any longer than he has to. The man's been shot, after all. Who is he to prevent him from enjoying the fact that he's just...alive. Alive and not in Red Valley. ]
I - yeah, of course.
[ He should be happier. He should be jumping for joy that Gordon is here and alive and not frozen in an icebox with zero idea if he'll ever come out of it. Instead he's scared this is a dream, or temporary, that he'll close his eyes and upon reopening them Gordon will be gone, or worse. And he's angry. He's so angry having seen the scar. ]
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He doesn't want to force Gordon to dwell on it any longer than he has to. The man's been shot, after all. Who is he to prevent him from enjoying the fact that he's just...alive. Alive and not in Red Valley. ]
I - yeah, of course.
[ He should be happier. He should be jumping for joy that Gordon is here and alive and not frozen in an icebox with zero idea if he'll ever come out of it. Instead he's scared this is a dream, or temporary, that he'll close his eyes and upon reopening them Gordon will be gone, or worse. And he's angry. He's so angry having seen the scar. ]
As long as you're okay.