[ Half a year is a hell of a lot longer than Maine wants to stay. Not that he apparently has any choice in the matter. Still, it's disquieting to think about — and so Maine pushes it aside. Refuses to contemplate it. Focuses on Jack's next words instead.
Two years in another place. That's something to which Maine can relate. Something that immediately catches his interest, reigniting a spark of useless hope that he immediately tries to smother.
He nods as his hand drops back to his side. Lets his curiosity show on his expression. ]
Somewhere else, too. Space station. Year and a half.
[ Or close enough that it makes little difference to him. After a while, he'd stopped counting. ]
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Two years in another place. That's something to which Maine can relate. Something that immediately catches his interest, reigniting a spark of useless hope that he immediately tries to smother.
He nods as his hand drops back to his side. Lets his curiosity show on his expression. ]
Somewhere else, too. Space station. Year and a half.
[ Or close enough that it makes little difference to him. After a while, he'd stopped counting. ]