Not at all. I'm assuming places like the United States or even North America are unfamiliar to you?
[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.
He has high standards, obviously.
But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]
Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?
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[Maybe he would've been more surprised by the idea of other planets and aliens and everything if he literally didn't just deal with them and lost his girlfriend because of them. Well, she became a cosmic space force, but still, that's rough buddy etc. At least Wriothesley is far better in comparison. Not trying to kill him automatically sort of puts him on the top of the list.
He has high standards, obviously.
But honestly, the other man's continual calm is something Scott can appreciate about him. Even when they read about Game 52 and everything, he's sort of just accepting it. Either he's an easygoing guy or he's been through a lot of crap himself. Maybe a little bit of both. He's not complaining, it's far easier to think when he doesn't have to worry about someone else panicking next to him. Granted, he was the one that panicked first between them, but moving on from that...]
Can't say that was on my bucket list, no. [He remarks just a little dryly, a hint of it reaching his voice. Scott leans back against the headrest, his shaded eyes focusing on the ceiling for a moment, although he continues to speak.] You're not bothered at all?