[ Apollo stares dumbly at his comms device. What a grossly ineffective thing to say. There's a horrible nagging thought in his head, a bleak and desperate thought at that, but he doesn't let himself focus on it. Not yet, at least. Instead he taps out something else: ]
Is someone with you? Do you need help?
[ Had Frank been one of the 90% of the rest of the crew, Apollo wouldn't have even asked - he'd just jump in to action. Apollo would be there like a shot, regardless of whether he's needed or wanted. But Frank is a different breed of man. The kind of man that Apollo understands... not because he himself is one of them but because one half of his heart is. The kind of man that he recognises immediately, and who he knows needs to be asked these kinds of things first. ]
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[ Apollo stares dumbly at his comms device. What a grossly ineffective thing to say. There's a horrible nagging thought in his head, a bleak and desperate thought at that, but he doesn't let himself focus on it. Not yet, at least. Instead he taps out something else: ]
Is someone with you? Do you need help?
[ Had Frank been one of the 90% of the rest of the crew, Apollo wouldn't have even asked - he'd just jump in to action. Apollo would be there like a shot, regardless of whether he's needed or wanted. But Frank is a different breed of man. The kind of man that Apollo understands... not because he himself is one of them but because one half of his heart is. The kind of man that he recognises immediately, and who he knows needs to be asked these kinds of things first. ]