Date: 2012-06-03 02:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] brokeharlem.livejournal.com
"You get used to him," he promises, following her out of the elevator to her car.

He watches her momentarily, trying to figure out where to jump in to help, and decides on the boxes, figuring it's better than being underfoot as she unloads her suitcases from the front of the car. The thought of bringing them inside evaporates as soon as he sees the contents of the one box, though -- his box -- and he reaches into it, his expression almost rapt, pulling out the dog-eared copy of Stranger in a Strange Land he'd been reading years ago.

Dragging a thumb over the spine of the book, he turns back to Betty. " ... you know, I never got the chance to go back to this after everything."

He could have gotten another copy of the book, the story not exactly a new one, but he just hadn't. It had been a combination of, well, running from Ross and his squadron and the fact that the book was poisoned, tainted with the memories of what had happened to him. He hadn't wanted to touch any printing of the thing after that. He's not sure how he feels about it now.
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