[A week. That parses from what he recalls from the haze of memories, yet it still hits him like the news of the three weeks they'd spent trying to restore power to the Lions and wait for Shiro to recover from, well, death... had been three decaphoebs. He keeps it locked up within him for now. He may be injured, but he is their leader.
Hazy memories of lying on the floor of Black's cockpit and hearing Shiro's voice before light pressure rested on his chest comes back to him as Shiro lifts him off the ground. He doesn't let go.]
You saved me first. [And kept doing it. His own paladin, regardless of if he flies a lion anymore or not. He has a bigger ship, now.] Glad to be back. Could have waited a couple weeks back home, though.
[Just so he could probably be walking on his own two feet to the lounge instead. He leans into his shoulder.]
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Hazy memories of lying on the floor of Black's cockpit and hearing Shiro's voice before light pressure rested on his chest comes back to him as Shiro lifts him off the ground. He doesn't let go.]
You saved me first. [And kept doing it. His own paladin, regardless of if he flies a lion anymore or not. He has a bigger ship, now.] Glad to be back. Could have waited a couple weeks back home, though.
[Just so he could probably be walking on his own two feet to the lounge instead. He leans into his shoulder.]