[It's not the first time Peter is dumping too much information in a way too short amount of time on Flynn but this one is especially remarkable in its horrible explicitness. Which is why Flynn's brain skips to the very end first.]
I... some, yeah. Some memories are weird but--
[When he catches up to the information he falls mute. At first he thinks he heard that wrong (cut out my vocal chords) because clearly (speaker in my mouth) he heard that wrong, right (hands stitched to my sides)?]
He... he what? Aren't, are you with him right now?
I know it’s not his fault. I know he was brainwashed.
But dude... [He rubs his shoulder. Stephen was a real good friend of his, and now this. Even the sound of his voice gave him the creeps, made him tense up, freak out, want to run away.]
I can’t just leave him, either. And I’m not gonna. [He’s just going to scream quietly to himself a lot.]
[Was he okay? Peter freezes for a moment, his natural inclination to deny and pretend everything was fine was far more tempting. But he trusted Flynn, he didn’t need to hide anything from him, try to be tough, or anything like that. They’d already been through a lot together in such a short (or long, if what happened awhile back counted) time.]
P...probably not as okay as I think I am.
[He chews on a nail, something he hadn’t really done since he was a kid.]
[It's not fair. All he wanted to do was read his books.
What is he supposed to do with this? What is he supposed to tell Peter? What can you even say? Flynn wants to cover his ears (cut out my vocal chords), doesn't want to hear it (awake for everything), doesn't want to think it. Not today, not right now.
But then he watches Peter looking so small and lost and some of the conflicting emotion ebbs away in the wake of sympathy.]
[It probably would help. Or maybe he’d just scream a lot. He didn’t want to traumatize Flynn, though. He’d try to go easy on him.]
It’s just...I hated seeing Stephen like that, but I also really...when he was doing it, I hated him. Even though I figured it wasn’t his fault, and now I know for real it wasn’t his fault...I don’t hate him now, I mean...
He’s my friend and this town’s done something to us that can’t be taken back. How do you get over this!?
Imagine me, standing over you with a scalpel, cuttin’ you up and stictchin’ you up and putting implants in you then later telling you that you’ll thank me for it. Being stuffed full of electronics.
And what’s really messed up? That’s really not so far off from the stuff that’s happened to my friends. And sorta-not-enemy-anymore. Gamora? She was turns into a weapon, given body mods. Nebula got the worst of it. Cybernetic limbs, the works. Rocket? Rocket’s got implants, he was experimented on.
[Peter had a translator implant, but that was a good thing, didn’t count.]
[Flynn listens, feeling a cold shiver running down his spine. From time to time he feels like interjecting but the rambling seems to do Peter good, getting the horrible memories off his chest. And horrible they are, literally; something straight from a horror movie, too awful to be real, this shouldn't be real.
He's my friend and this town's done something to us that can't be taken back.
Well, he can emphasize with that.]
I think it's normal not knowing what to do. Or what to feel. You went through something nobody should ever go through, why wouldn't you be upset? Maybe you don't need to 'get over it' just now. Maybe you don't... need an answer.
[He rubs at his forehead for a moment.]
You already said you don't hate him now. You're still traveling together so I guess both of you are... willing to work on this. The town didn't take that away.
[That’s...surprisingly good advice. He’s always tried so hard to ignore his feelings or deny bad stuff happened that someone telling him that it’s okay to be upset is...freeing.]
Maybe.
And yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, I still feel like screaming when I see his face but hey.
[A pause.]
So me trying to run you over...we cool about that too? Did you ever find my Light, by the way?
I don't feel like screaming when I see your face if that's what you're asking.
[Maybe not the most gentle transition and he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck.] Yeah, we're cool. I mean, it was very upsetting? [Is.] But I know it wasn't your fault.
[Flynn takes some of the books, arranging them in a neat pile. It's more to give him something to do than anything.]
I... no, I didn't. I went looking for it and I asked on the network but I couldn't reach anyone.
[Flynn blinks, giving him a puzzled look in return. Of every reaction he expected here, in this conversation... he gets disappointment? Why? Where is it coming from?]
Well, I was trying to figure out what had happened? And where your light could be and then it was over and everyone was back to normal and-- you stayed there for two days?
No, now it's a creepy face. A creepy face covering up a sulky face.
[Flynn doesn't appreciate the creepy face, Peter.]
Look, I'm sorry you waited for two days. Really! I didn't... I didn't mean to make you wait, I swear. But I don't think sulking is all that appropriate given the circumstances.
This is not a creepy face covering up a sulky face. [He tries to soften the look but it just makes his smile all that more aggressive.]
How would you like it if you were a giant ball of rock and you thought your friend was gonna come back and help you and every time you heard a noise you’re like, ‘Hey! It’s my friend’ but it’s not, it’s just the wind?’ Rinse and repeat like 50 times.
[Yes, Flynn, he is a space pirate, but he’s also an Actual Puppy.]
[Flynn exhales softly, trying to fight down the storm of ambivalent emotions threatening to rise up. Peter's question makes him feel really bad and guilty on the one hand, and utterly defensive on the other. But really, Flynn should just let it go.
Peter is just lashing out. Stephen has operated on him while he was awake and he's hurting.
He's just lashing out. Dealing with the planet thing.]
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I... some, yeah. Some memories are weird but--
[When he catches up to the information he falls mute. At first he thinks he heard that wrong (cut out my vocal chords) because clearly (speaker in my mouth) he heard that wrong, right (hands stitched to my sides)?]
He... he what? Aren't, are you with him right now?
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Which is why I wanted to talk to you first.
I know it’s not his fault. I know he was brainwashed.
But dude... [He rubs his shoulder. Stephen was a real good friend of his, and now this. Even the sound of his voice gave him the creeps, made him tense up, freak out, want to run away.]
I can’t just leave him, either. And I’m not gonna. [He’s just going to scream quietly to himself a lot.]
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[Flynn rubs his hand over his chin and mouth, fighting down the sudden nausea at the mental images.]
I'm sorry. Are you okay?
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[Was he okay? Peter freezes for a moment, his natural inclination to deny and pretend everything was fine was far more tempting. But he trusted Flynn, he didn’t need to hide anything from him, try to be tough, or anything like that. They’d already been through a lot together in such a short (or long, if what happened awhile back counted) time.]
P...probably not as okay as I think I am.
[He chews on a nail, something he hadn’t really done since he was a kid.]
I was awake for everything, man.
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What is he supposed to do with this? What is he supposed to tell Peter? What can you even say? Flynn wants to cover his ears (cut out my vocal chords), doesn't want to hear it (awake for everything), doesn't want to think it. Not today, not right now.
But then he watches Peter looking so small and lost and some of the conflicting emotion ebbs away in the wake of sympathy.]
Do you...
[He clears his throat.]
Do you want to tell me about it?
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Do you think you can handle it? It was pretty bad.
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I don't know. [Probably not.] If... you think it will help?
That's what friends are for, right? [He has no idea, Cal doesn't talk, but it sounds about right.]
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It’s just...I hated seeing Stephen like that, but I also really...when he was doing it, I hated him. Even though I figured it wasn’t his fault, and now I know for real it wasn’t his fault...I don’t hate him now, I mean...
He’s my friend and this town’s done something to us that can’t be taken back. How do you get over this!?
Imagine me, standing over you with a scalpel, cuttin’ you up and stictchin’ you up and putting implants in you then later telling you that you’ll thank me for it. Being stuffed full of electronics.
And what’s really messed up? That’s really not so far off from the stuff that’s happened to my friends. And sorta-not-enemy-anymore. Gamora? She was turns into a weapon, given body mods. Nebula got the worst of it. Cybernetic limbs, the works. Rocket? Rocket’s got implants, he was experimented on.
[Peter had a translator implant, but that was a good thing, didn’t count.]
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He's my friend and this town's done something to us that can't be taken back.
Well, he can emphasize with that.]
I think it's normal not knowing what to do. Or what to feel. You went through something nobody should ever go through, why wouldn't you be upset? Maybe you don't need to 'get over it' just now. Maybe you don't... need an answer.
[He rubs at his forehead for a moment.]
You already said you don't hate him now. You're still traveling together so I guess both of you are... willing to work on this. The town didn't take that away.
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Maybe.
And yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, I still feel like screaming when I see his face but hey.
[A pause.]
So me trying to run you over...we cool about that too? Did you ever find my Light, by the way?
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[Maybe not the most gentle transition and he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck.] Yeah, we're cool. I mean, it was very upsetting? [Is.] But I know it wasn't your fault.
[Flynn takes some of the books, arranging them in a neat pile. It's more to give him something to do than anything.]
I... no, I didn't. I went looking for it and I asked on the network but I couldn't reach anyone.
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I mean, my face isn’t plastered on the side of a planet anymore so...
[He found the situation to be pretty hilarious, all things considered, except he did feel bad for terrorizing Flynn. But that run, man...]
Oh. Well, I was kinda wondering where you went.
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Where I went? What do you mean?
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[He doesn’t look mad, just disappointed? He trusts you, Flynn.]
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Well, I was trying to figure out what had happened? And where your light could be and then it was over and everyone was back to normal and-- you stayed there for two days?
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[In hindsight it wasn’t a bad thing cause he didn’t want to hurt Flynn, but planetfeelings were a thing and it all seemed very real right now okay?]
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[This conversation just took an uncomfortable turn. Flynn feels bad about not finding Peter's light all of a sudden and a little guilty.
And then, frankly, a little angry that he should feel bad.]
I mean, what... was I supposed to do?
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[Sulky planetfeelings.]
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Are you... sulking?
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I’m not sulking! I’m totally not sulking! Do I look like I’m sulking?
[He totally was.]
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Yeah, you kind of do.
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[He points to his face and forces an aggressive smile.]
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[Flynn doesn't appreciate the creepy face, Peter.]
Look, I'm sorry you waited for two days. Really! I didn't... I didn't mean to make you wait, I swear. But I don't think sulking is all that appropriate given the circumstances.
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How would you like it if you were a giant ball of rock and you thought your friend was gonna come back and help you and every time you heard a noise you’re like, ‘Hey! It’s my friend’ but it’s not, it’s just the wind?’ Rinse and repeat like 50 times.
[Yes, Flynn, he is a space pirate, but he’s also an Actual Puppy.]
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[Flynn exhales softly, trying to fight down the storm of ambivalent emotions threatening to rise up. Peter's question makes him feel really bad and guilty on the one hand, and utterly defensive on the other. But really, Flynn should just let it go.
Peter is just lashing out. Stephen has operated on him while he was awake and he's hurting.
He's just lashing out. Dealing with the planet thing.]
I don't know. How did you like it?
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