[That voice pings him back to some kind of reality. Something familiar--to cement his thoughts to. Bulkhead was the one constant he could associate with.
His eyes turn to the feed, seeing Bulkhead start to make his way for the door.
and all he can do is sit here. After a few moments, a hand scrubs down his face, attempting to recollect himself.]
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His eyes turn to the feed, seeing Bulkhead start to make his way for the door.
and all he can do is sit here. After a few moments, a hand scrubs down his face, attempting to recollect himself.]
Meet ya here.