“I put the Not in Astronaut!” RP || MDNI || MV writer is 31
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“ I’m wrong about everything and everything is wrong. “
Independent portrayal of Dr. Ryland Grace
MDNI
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Ryland wakes up with the moment, making waking up sounds as he does. He stretches, confused for a moment where he is. One he looks around, he realizes he’d fallen asleep with Keegan.
“Oh, hey, sorry about that. Must have been tired, too.”
He offers a sheepish smile.
He sleeps quietly against her, not moving once. It’s probably the best sleep he’s had in a long time, even before going to space.
Ryland looks at her when she slumps, moving ever so slightly to see her face. He smiles softly seeing she’s asleep, and stays as still as he can, an arm still around her. After a while, he gently rests the side of his head against hers, eyes feeling heavy and closing.
He’s surprised at the closeness, but happily welcomes it. He puts his arm around her shoulder, letting the moment happen. He’s happy to watch the screens in silence - between them, anyway - while the music plays softly in the background now.
“You’re welcome.”
He smiled still at her, looking away when she did. He looked at the screens, which he had set to a beach scene, and hummed to the music.
He leaned into her shoulder with a smile.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else either.”
He stared at her for a while, looking over her features.
He looked at her hand, then up to her face. He smiled softly and a little sadly.
“It is, yeah. And I guess some good things came out of it, like meeting you.”
“I regret it, sometimes. I wasted years and time on something I only barely got to use before being thrown out of the field. And then I end up here, on a suicide mission I didn’t even sign up for.”
He let the music fill the silence the fell between them.
“Yeah, yeah, it would be.”
He thought for a moment, trying to pick a different subject.
“Um, what school did you go to?”
He smiled.
“Yeah, it is always there. It never gets easier. It never lessens. Just haunts you forever.
He sighed, leaning his head on his knee.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
He was quiet, trying to find the right words.
“What else do you remember about him? What kind of shows or movies did he like? Hobbies and such?”
“Oh. Well, maybe that means your memories are returning faster now?”
He watches her with a soft smile.
“It’s good you have happy memories like that. Hold onto them.”
He looked back, smiling a little.
“Kevin? Who’s that? If you want to tell me, of course.”
He went over and sat by her, one knee up. His fingers on his non-injured hand tapped on it along to the beat.
He followed her up the ladder and to the screen room. Once they got there, Ryland moved to the console.
“How about this? I used to listen to it all the time.”
He put on some rock from the late nineties and early 2000s.
“Agreed. I never understood country music, guess you have to know the life to fully enjoy it.”
He smiled and followed her.
“Mental health node? That’s what I heard it called when I first went in there. I guess they put it in so we didn’t go completely crazy.”