[The thought of raisins--or chocolate-covered raisins--was nice. No raisins after after he left home. For some reason they don't sell them in space.]
See, I told y...you. [Peter assumed he was on the bridge of the Milano or something, showing Flynn around.] Imagine seein' th...that every day. Y...you'll love space, I promise.
[Part of Flynn wants to yell at him. To tell him to stay awake, to snap out of it and stay with him... but there's nothing he can do. There's nobody who can reach Peter in time, not after lockdown.]
Thanks for showing me. It's amazing, it's-- I-I can't wait to see w-where we go next.
[Peter's suddenly really glad Flynn likes it out in space. It really is amazing, and he can only imagine all the fun stuff they'll be able to do and all the places he can show him out here.
Everything seems warm and comfortable and his friends are here so...that's good. It's good. Something in him wants to let go, another part of him's trying to fight it. He has to...say something to Gamora? What was he gonna say? Something unspoken.
But the stars were calling.]
Sh...should be--
[That's all he gets out. The line's still on, but he doesn't answer anymore until his tablet turns off.]
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cw hallucinations
See, I told y...you. [Peter assumed he was on the bridge of the Milano or something, showing Flynn around.] Imagine seein' th...that every day. Y...you'll love space, I promise.
cw hallucinations
[Part of Flynn wants to yell at him. To tell him to stay awake, to snap out of it and stay with him... but there's nothing he can do. There's nobody who can reach Peter in time, not after lockdown.]
Thanks for showing me. It's amazing, it's-- I-I can't wait to see w-where we go next.
cw hallucinations
Everything seems warm and comfortable and his friends are here so...that's good. It's good. Something in him wants to let go, another part of him's trying to fight it. He has to...say something to Gamora? What was he gonna say? Something unspoken.
But the stars were calling.]
Sh...should be--
[That's all he gets out. The line's still on, but he doesn't answer anymore until his tablet turns off.]
no subject
[Flynn closes his eyes, listening to the silence and the environmental sounds coming through the tablet.]
Peter. [A little more insistent, a little more desperate. But it's no use.
When Peter's tablet turns off Flynn keeps his side of the line open for a little while longer before he can bring himself to cut the connection.]