"Has the entire planet been... damaged?" Edward shuffles his feet in the dirt a bit. "From what I've been able to tell, and what people have told me, it doesn't seem to be in good condition."
He pictures the entire planet as an endless, roiling wasteland of mud and barbed wire, an eternal No-Man's-Land, and for a second, that image gets projected outwards. Filthy, sticking mud, rusting barbed wire reaching for a mustard sky, tortured shapes half buried in the mud that would be recognisable if you cared to look more closely.
Edward takes his hand back and settles it on his knee. "My apologies, SecUnit. Do you not like being touched? I've known men like that."
He asks it with a tone of quiet, gentle consideration. There's no judgment here; if SecUnit doesn't want to be touched, Edward isn't going to push the issue. As long as they don't decide to go anywhere together and Edward doesn't need to be led, it shouldn't be problem.
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He pictures the entire planet as an endless, roiling wasteland of mud and barbed wire, an eternal No-Man's-Land, and for a second, that image gets projected outwards. Filthy, sticking mud, rusting barbed wire reaching for a mustard sky, tortured shapes half buried in the mud that would be recognisable if you cared to look more closely.
Edward takes his hand back and settles it on his knee. "My apologies, SecUnit. Do you not like being touched? I've known men like that."
He asks it with a tone of quiet, gentle consideration. There's no judgment here; if SecUnit doesn't want to be touched, Edward isn't going to push the issue. As long as they don't decide to go anywhere together and Edward doesn't need to be led, it shouldn't be problem.