“Yeah. Thanks.” Dan isn’t much bigger than Price, so the jacket manages to cover each of them a little.
He doesn’t like sitting here while there’s work to be done. Laying here, all he can think about is that his back hurts and he’s worried about keeping up with everyone if it gets worse. All he can think about is ways he’s going to fall short of what’s demanded of him, ways that horrible things could happen to the other Rig people he met here, and the intrusive memories of his brothers and sisters as they were tortured to death.
He desperately wants a distraction, but it’s not Price’s responsibility to entertain him, so he just takes another alarmingly deep slug off his flask.
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He doesn’t like sitting here while there’s work to be done. Laying here, all he can think about is that his back hurts and he’s worried about keeping up with everyone if it gets worse. All he can think about is ways he’s going to fall short of what’s demanded of him, ways that horrible things could happen to the other Rig people he met here, and the intrusive memories of his brothers and sisters as they were tortured to death.
He desperately wants a distraction, but it’s not Price’s responsibility to entertain him, so he just takes another alarmingly deep slug off his flask.