We were in the Himalayas, so the helicopter was the only way out. We, uh, we were running from the bad guys, it was theirs. I almost crashed it into a mountain before I got the hang of it? But we got out, which is the important thing.
[Flynn smiles when his strategy seems to pay off. Braggy Peter might be impossible to deal with sometimes but is always preferable to depressed, freaked out Peter.]
That's pretty cool. You must have insane reflexes.
[Peter loves hearing the adventurey things that Flynn's done.] That's awesome, dude! Did you punch some bad guys out at least?
[Whatever the Himalayas were. A mountain range, right? Maybe? Something to do with Mount Everest?]
I do. I have super-fast reflexes. You have to, flyin' a ship like the Milano. Did I tell you I've been flyin' the Milano since I was ten? Because I have. [Just putting that out there.]
[He chuckles at that.] Well, Nicole did the punching but she does that really well. [There's no way he can keep the fondness from slipping into his voice.]
Well, yeah. They don't have normal people rules for space pirates, after all. And you think so? [His ego is so fluffed up now, thank you, Flynn.] I mean, yeah, it is, isn't it?
[Well, this has been a success! Peter seems like he's doing a lot better, or maybe he's just really good at forcefully forgetting things that make him uncomfortable. Either way, he feels slightly accomplished.]
I probably should let you get back to your books and stuff, dude. Listen, if you ever just wanna talk too, give me a call, okay?
[Or it'll be Peter coming to him with some new crisis that needed an ego boost, but the sentiment was there, at least!]
Sure. I will. [Maybe it's a little debatable if their conversations are really the healthiest way of dealing with stuff but Flynn genuinely thinks this is better than being stuck with recurring images of getting cut open. Because it's better than being stuck with recurring images of getting cut open, right? Right?]
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[Flynn smiles when his strategy seems to pay off. Braggy Peter might be impossible to deal with sometimes but is always preferable to depressed, freaked out Peter.]
That's pretty cool. You must have insane reflexes.
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[Whatever the Himalayas were. A mountain range, right? Maybe? Something to do with Mount Everest?]
I do. I have super-fast reflexes. You have to, flyin' a ship like the Milano. Did I tell you I've been flyin' the Milano since I was ten? Because I have. [Just putting that out there.]
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Ten? [He blinks, genuinely surprised.] That's impressive.
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Well, yeah. They don't have normal people rules for space pirates, after all. And you think so? [His ego is so fluffed up now, thank you, Flynn.] I mean, yeah, it is, isn't it?
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[Mission accomplished! What are friends for? For healthy ego boosts in crisis. He thinks. He hopes? Anyway, he smiles and nods.] Yeah. It is.
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I probably should let you get back to your books and stuff, dude. Listen, if you ever just wanna talk too, give me a call, okay?
[Or it'll be Peter coming to him with some new crisis that needed an ego boost, but the sentiment was there, at least!]
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Take care of yourself, yeah?