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RomApoc: Pilots revelation. (by DATAENT)

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Pilot is a simp!!

This morning, I couldn’t find Captain. Which, once upon a time, would have been a relief. No crazy shenanigans to wake up to. But I know better now, or at the very least, I think I do, so Captain’s absence didn’t really bring much comfort. So, I went looking for zeer.

I found Pilot easily enough, carrying rubble around outside. I asked him what he was doing, and he only responded by asking “Wouldn’t you like to know?” and calling me a weather boy, which didn’t make much sense, so I just left him to it. I found Engie too, and asked him if he’s seen Captain, but he sort of shrugged and didn’t really reply other than his usual nonsensical mumbles. I decided that I might as well go and try to scavenge for more supplies and find Captain on the way, since zee usually turns up sooner or later.

To be honest, I wasn’t really looking too hard. I was more worried than anything, so I was pretty glad to find Captain sitting quietly by zeerself about ten minutes into my wander. But, I was still worried. Captain’s usually talking to skeletons or imaginary people when zee’s off by zeerself, so to find zeer completely silent and alone… well, it’s not without reason, and those reasons usually aren’t good. I went over and sat next to zeer.

“Are you okay?” I asked, hearing the soft whirr of my goggles as the caps raise to replicate my concerned expression as best they can.

“No.” Captain says with a strange softness, not looking at me. Though, zee does reach to hold my hand, and I allow zeer to gently intertwine our fingers together. “But I will be, now.”

I find myself smiling a little, despite everything. “Just because I’m here?” I attempt to joke, but when Captain doesn’t laugh with me, that smile turns into a frown, and I continue. “Did… something happen?” I still don’t know how or why, but sometimes Captain isn’t entirely zeerself, dodging around telling the truth until prompted enough. Zee always does it to me when I don’t want to talk about particularly bad nightmares, so I’ve found myself returning the favour. It’s a mutual trust kind of thing, I suppose, and it helps. When Captain hesitantly nods, I know that it’s bad. Something happened to one of us. I squeeze zeer hand a little in an attempt to comfort. “Tell me about it.”

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