The older captain's hair has become a wreck the longer this goes on with how often he's drug his hands through it either absently or actively while he was trying to think. He's reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose now in a small attempt to alleviate the headache blossoming a pressure throughout his entire skull. This isn't working. It's not helping.
If anything, it's only trapped him into sitting here and thinking about it without the luxury of being able or made to speak.
"God fucking dammit. Why can't this shit ever just be easy?"
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The older captain's hair has become a wreck the longer this goes on with how often he's drug his hands through it either absently or actively while he was trying to think. He's reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose now in a small attempt to alleviate the headache blossoming a pressure throughout his entire skull. This isn't working. It's not helping.
If anything, it's only trapped him into sitting here and thinking about it without the luxury of being able or made to speak.
"God fucking dammit. Why can't this shit ever just be easy?"