Marco wasn't really a touchy-feely kinda guy. Even towards his mother, he just wasn't really the kind of person who sought out contact: he liked his distance. Still, after pausing for a moment he reached out to grab her hand.
He still didn't really know what to say. Or even what to think, about all of this. After the war, after he'd saved her things were supposed to go back to normal. Or at least something like normal.
Having to go meet his mother when she's locked in jail for torture was not normal.
"Owning things is overrated," he said, attempting to crack a joke. It ended up just falling flat. "You should totally just sell them on the next planet instead."
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He still didn't really know what to say. Or even what to think, about all of this. After the war, after he'd saved her things were supposed to go back to normal. Or at least something like normal.
Having to go meet his mother when she's locked in jail for torture was not normal.
"Owning things is overrated," he said, attempting to crack a joke. It ended up just falling flat. "You should totally just sell them on the next planet instead."