a doctor of the soul

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“Chris, you and I need to talk about a few things.”

Chris paused, one hand over a vacuum packed tray of food (spaghetti, which was his favorite even though it tasted nothing like it did back on Earth.) His original greeting of ‘Heya, Commander’ had been ignored, which he hadn’t taken personally - afterwards he’d noticed the headphones Lewis had on as she sat at the table, and he’d had taken that as a clear ‘don’t bother me.’ Apparently, though, she had something that she wanted to address with him.

“Sure.”

Following through with his original intentions, Chris opened up his tray of food and popped it into the microwave for a minute. While his food heated up, he grabbed himself a bottle of water, and a fork.

“Mark’s asleep right now,” he continued. He assumed that whatever it was that Lewis needed to talk to him about involved Mark in one way or another, and so he started giving her a rundown or his progress. “I had to give him something to put him out. He didn’t get a lot of rest last night, and he really needs it. His ribs are still hurting, and his coughing isn’t helping.”

He sees Melissa nod slowly, considering it all. “He's going to be okay. I trust you,” she said, which made Chris’s shoulders relax just a little. When had they become tense in the first place? “And the doctors at NASA say the same when they email me. Just-” She broke off, shook her head. “...But along with what you were saying- and I don't like this, either- the psych team wanted me to make sure that you have all medications locked down. Only you and I should have access.”

Chris tightened his jaw - he knew about that. He’d gotten the email, too. He just didn’t like what the implications were, and the awful possibilities that it inspired in his tired mind. Mark was most definitely not in the best of shape, and his condition was far from excellent, but he wasn’t suicidal. Not as far as Chris could tell. And he was looking. He’s hyper aware of every move Mark makes, every meal eaten and water pack drained. There’ve been no warning signs, otherwise Chris would have brought it to Lewis’s attention immediately, and she knows it. So rather than answer (really, what would be say to that anyhow?) Chris nods and opens the microwave just as it rings out an alert.

Lewis broke the silence between them with a sigh just as Chris took up a seat across from her at the table. “But that's not anything I think we need to worry about. He seems to be doing well, and I know we can deal with what's going to come. We can't fix that until it happens, so right now, I'm worried about you.”

“Me?” Chris paused for a moment, caught stirring his pasta and sauce together with his fork. His shoulders and neck were tense all over again. “Why?”

“You're not taking care of yourself, and believe it or not, you're just as important to this mission. And to me. You're working yourself ragged, and I don't want to see you burn yourself out when we could be helping you take care of Mark.”

Chris isn’t entirely surprised by the statements made; he knows she’s right. He is exhausted, and ‘burnt out’ is a fantastic way to describe his current state. He feels his face warm up under her intense gaze, and clears his throat around the lump that’s formed there.

“I just,” he began, continuing to stir his food absently, “feel like I’m right where I need to be. This is my job. I’m supposed to keep everyone on board healthy - and I couldn’t prevent this bout of pneumonia, but...I need to make sure I see Mark through his recovery. I’ll be alright, commander.”

“You've been doing your job phenomenally well, Chris.” Lewis said. “I've seen you work, and I know you'll make all the right calls. Everything you've been doing so far has been the right thing to do. This isn't your fault. We can all see that.” In a rare moment of physical affection, she reached over the table and squeezed his free hand, offering a slight smile.

“I'm speaking as your friend here, not as your commander. Can you trust me on that?” She continued, and Chris met her eyes. “I know this has been incredibly hard on you. I know how rough it can be, seeing someone you care so much about so vulnerable. But I swear to you, it's okay to take a break. Hit the gym, go watch a movie...something. You just have to get out of that room. I'll take your place. Please? I'm worried about you.”

Her sincerity was touching, and Chris can’t help but smile back and nod. She’s right about him needing to get out of that room. It was becoming claustrophobic inside of such a tiny bunk shared with another grown person, and he can’t even imagine how Mark feels about the whole thing. But Mark is sleeping. And Chris wouldn’t mind going to the gym and running a few miles on the treadmill. Maybe he’d get in a quick yoga session. Something to help him not think for a while.

He did wonder, though, as Melissa pulled her hand away, just how much she knew about him and his feelings for Mark. Did she know, or did she just see them as friends? Which they were. Of course. But...a part of Chris couldn’t help but wonder if Lewis was on to him. If she is, she’d never say anything as long as Chris keeps things professional - he knows that much. So he tries not to worry, and instead gives her hand a brief squeeze and says, “Thank you, commander.”

They pulled apart, and after a comfortable while of silence between them, the earlier stress starts to slowly ebb as Chris eats. He’s nearly done with his meal when Melissa speaks up again. “I think it’s a good idea for the crew,” she said, “and myself to be more involved in Mark’s recovery process. I know I can't be the only one feeling guilty about it all.”

That made Chris look up in surprise, briefly making eye contact with Melissa before they both shift their gazes elsewhere, something heavy and unspoken suddenly weighing them down.

“We want to help, however we can.” Melissa continued. “For you, it's medical. The rest of us don't have that. But we can at least hold his hand and say it'll be okay. Give us that.”

Chris thinks about that. “It’s not just medical...I…” He swallows. It’s suddenly a difficult task to complete. “I can’t stop thinking… I pronounced him dead. I was the one who called it, and we left because of that. I know the facts, and I know that I couldn’t have known any better. Logically, I understand that. But emotionally? I just...can’t stop blaming myself for this whole situation. For leaving him behind. For all of his suffering, which I can’t even ease now. Now that he’s here…”

“Now that he's here, we can find a way.” Chris glances up just as Melissa shifts her gaze down to her hands. She bites her lip. “I know this won't help, as much as I want it to. And I know I can't claim to know how you feel. You made that call, so you're the only one who knows what that position is like. That also means you're the one who has to find a way to live with it. But I can say I understand what that feels like.” She glances up, briefly. “Because I'm the one that confirmed your call. I'm the one who decided to go ahead with the evacuation. And that puts me with just as much blame.”

Chris isn’t sure how to respond to that for a long time. He knows that he isn’t the only one feeling like it’s all their fault. He’s thought of this before - if he feels like absolute garbage for making that call, then how must Lewis have felt, listening to him and following his recommendation that they leave Mark’s body behind? How hard must it be to sleep at night, knowing that you left one of your charges behind? Because Chris hasn’t had one restful night’s sleep in over eighteen months. He imagines it must be the same for Lewis.

“He doesn’t blame you, you know? For leaving. He’s said that a million times.”

It takes a while before she responds. Chris is getting used to the pauses between them as their exchange continues. It’s not an easy conversation to have with her, or anyone for that matter, but he feels lighter somehow, just by speaking the words.

“It's like you said,” Lewis finally begins again, “logically, I know that. And I know that I would want the rest of you to do the same, if it had been me out there. But that just doesn't help, does it? It's one thing to know it, and another to, I don't know, feel it? We just have to watch out for each other. One way or another, we’ll get through it. We always do.”

Chris considers the magnitude of their situation. The first space mission to turn around and make another trip without scheduled maintenance. The first u-turn in space, as Martinez likes to call it. The first space rescue. Mark surviving eighteen months alone on a planet that can’t even host life. It’s one extreme after another, and yet now...here they are, peacefully coasting back to Earth with all six passengers. It’s wondrous.

The crew would pull through, like always. The guilt would ease, in time. Mark would heal, with some help. They would be home soon, and they can finally start to move past this period in their lives where Murphey’s Law royally screwed them over. Lewis’s calm positivity comforted him in a way that he didn’t know he’d been craving, and he breathed out slowly and nodded. “Aye, Commander.”

Another break in conversation envelops them, and they spend a few careful minutes just sitting in silence, observing different parts of the room. Eventually, Chris clears his throat to speak once more, as he slowly pushes himself up out of his seat. “I think I’ll go to the gym after all. For an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Mark’s resting, so...he should be okay. You’ll...you’ll call me, if he needs something?”

Melissa smiles, seeming relieved, and gives a brief nod. “Sure.”

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Will you tell us what it's like being on the moon?

Oh, I’ve been secretly hoping someone would ask me this!

For me, it was a really emotional experience, which wasn’t something I expected at all! I was excited the entire time during training, but once I was there…once I saw the moon so close and watched as we touched down on her surface…I laughed because I didn’t want to shed any tears inside my helmet.

I was nowhere near the first person to ever set foot on our moon, and I’m sure I won’t be one of the last. But my experience made me feel so close to the others that came before me. And the magnitude of how far we’ve come as a species made my heart ache. I was standing on that he same surface that Neil Armstrong once stood on! It was so amazing!

As to what it felt like, or looked like…well, the gravity is much less on the moon than on Earth, so I felt lighter. And it’s very bright because there’s no atmosphere to filter the sun’s light. It’s overall very calm. Almost serene.

To think that once upon a time a trip to the moon was our greatest achievement. Now we’re sending missions to Mars. I’m so incredibly grateful to be a part of something bigger than myself.

[drfurter]

Wow, Beck. That sounded truly incredible. Who wrote this script?

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Why do you do this to me?

[drfurter]

Tell us what the moon looked like.

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Are you asking for real?

[drfurter]

Yeah, for real. Seriously. :)

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I guess I can trust you...

So, Buzz Aldrin described the moon as a “magnificent desolation” and I couldn’t think of a more fitting description. It’s empty, and quiet. Black sky, grey soil that’s kind of funny to walk on - you can see the curve of the moon on the horizon, and it’s breathtaking.

Also, I got to see Earth from there - now that’s a beautiful picture.

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Will you tell us what it's like being on the moon?

Oh, I’ve been secretly hoping someone would ask me this!

For me, it was a really emotional experience, which wasn’t something I expected at all! I was excited the entire time during training, but once I was there…once I saw the moon so close and watched as we touched down on her surface…I laughed because I didn’t want to shed any tears inside my helmet.

I was nowhere near the first person to ever set foot on our moon, and I’m sure I won’t be one of the last. But my experience made me feel so close to the others that came before me. And the magnitude of how far we’ve come as a species made my heart ache. I was standing on that he same surface that Neil Armstrong once stood on! It was so amazing!

As to what it felt like, or looked like…well, the gravity is much less on the moon than on Earth, so I felt lighter. And it’s very bright because there’s no atmosphere to filter the sun’s light. It’s overall very calm. Almost serene.

To think that once upon a time a trip to the moon was our greatest achievement. Now we’re sending missions to Mars. I’m so incredibly grateful to be a part of something bigger than myself.

[drfurter]

Wow, Beck. That sounded truly incredible. Who wrote this script?

[ares3beck-blog]

Why do you do this to me?

[drfurter]

Tell us what the moon looked like.

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Are you asking for real?

[ares3beck-blog]

Will you tell us what it's like being on the moon?

Oh, I’ve been secretly hoping someone would ask me this!

For me, it was a really emotional experience, which wasn’t something I expected at all! I was excited the entire time during training, but once I was there…once I saw the moon so close and watched as we touched down on her surface…I laughed because I didn’t want to shed any tears inside my helmet.

I was nowhere near the first person to ever set foot on our moon, and I’m sure I won’t be one of the last. But my experience made me feel so close to the others that came before me. And the magnitude of how far we’ve come as a species made my heart ache. I was standing on that he same surface that Neil Armstrong once stood on! It was so amazing!

As to what it felt like, or looked like…well, the gravity is much less on the moon than on Earth, so I felt lighter. And it’s very bright because there’s no atmosphere to filter the sun’s light. It’s overall very calm. Almost serene.

To think that once upon a time a trip to the moon was our greatest achievement. Now we’re sending missions to Mars. I’m so incredibly grateful to be a part of something bigger than myself.

[drfurter]

Wow, Beck. That sounded truly incredible. Who wrote this script?

[ares3beck-blog]

Why do you do this to me?

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Will you tell us what it's like being on the moon?

Oh, I've been secretly hoping someone would ask me this!For me, it was a really emotional experience, which wasn't something I expected at all! I was excited the entire time during training, but once I was there...once I saw the moon so close and watched as we touched down on her surface...I laughed because I didn't want to shed any tears inside my helmet. I was nowhere near the first person to ever set foot on our moon, and I'm sure I won't be one of the last. But my experience made me feel so close to the others that came before me. And the magnitude of how far we've come as a species made my heart ache. I was standing on that he same surface that Neil Armstrong once stood on! It was so amazing!As to what it felt like, or looked like...well, the gravity is much less on the moon than on Earth, so I felt lighter. And it's very bright because there's no atmosphere to filter the sun's light. It's overall very calm. Almost serene. To think that once upon a time a trip to the moon was our greatest achievement. Now we're sending missions to Mars. I'm so incredibly grateful to be a part of something bigger than myself.

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This might be a random question but I somehow haven't seen any of y'all's interviews or anything and I'm trying to imagine your voices while reading these blogs, so what do y'all sound like? Anyone got any accents or particularly idiosyncratic voice patterns?

This...is a really good question! It really got me thinking about my friends, and where they come from and how that affects their accents. It's a really nice break from being 'Bossy Beck' in any case. So! What I did was make conversation with everyone just to hear them speak. Here's what I've gathered.Lewis: She's got a very soothing voice. Almost whispery at times. But it's definitely the voice of a commander, and her tone of voice can really make that obvious, even when she's speaking quietly. She also talks relatively slow, and smacks her lips a lot, which is something I've noticed, but never really paid any attention to until now.Vogel: Obviously, he has a German accent. But besides that, he's actually pretty soft spoken, and his voice isn't very gruff. He sounds really kind. Which he is. So that works. Also, he uses 'ahhh' and 'hmm' a lot as a break between words. Mumbles.Martinez: He's very loud. I don't think he means to be, but he does tend to talk loudly on occasion. Probably a side effect of having a large family. He's lived in Houston ever since he was twelve, so he has a slight Texas twang with his words; says 'y'all' all of the time. But when he's angry, or frustrated, his Brooklyn roots come out and it's always hilarious and surprising.Johanssen: More likely to use grunts and scoffs as opposed to actual words. She sighs a lot. She's more soft spoken than the rest of us, but that doesn't make her shy - and she can be pretty loud when she laughs. Has a quiet voice, and it shakes when she's upset.Watney: He's from Chicago, where apparently people call soda 'pop' instead of soda. Says things like 'the over there' occasionally. He has a sarcastic lilt to his voice at all times, and he's always smiling, so that tends to get incorporated into his tone of voice as well. Licks his lips a lot when he speaks. Very relaxed and calming voice.Hm...now I wonder...what do I sound like to the rest of the crew?

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Isn't it some kind of breach of your role as flight surgeon to have a relationship with someone on the crew?

Um...it would absolutely be against the rules to be in a relationship with someone on the crew, but that goes for everyone on the Hermes, not just me.

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aight lets keep this between just the two of us... is the moon a hologram? ;) for yes... :( for no... and :X if the government is currently holding u hostage forcing u to tell everyone the moon is real when its really a spaceship full of aliens.. or s hologram

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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What your favorite disney princess?

Definitely Ariel!

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Hi.

Heya bunk buddy :)

[drfurter]

Tell me somethin good

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Matt Bomer emailed you (twice).

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Hi.

Heya bunk buddy :)

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The Pneumonia Diaries Pt. 2 - Mission Day 698

"At least they're being nice to you." Chris says as he tries to muffle his laughter while reading yet another seriously bizarre message sent to Mark. Mark had responded to it, because he didn't know how not to respond to flirtations or innuendo, and Chris was scrolling through all of the accumulated messages in order to catch up. "That's more than I can say for some of my anonymous messengers."

"I think the devotion from your fan club more than balances out the occasional dick in your inbox. Everybody wants a piece of McDreamy.” Mark grins, clearly enjoying teasing Chris. “How are you gonna find time for all the dates you've got lined up once we get back to Earth?"

"God," Chris laughs softly, shaking his head, "Don't remind me." It’s strange to think of all the different people that are apparently a part of this ‘fan club’ devoted to him. Whether it’s real or not makes no difference - there are people on Earth who apparently look up to him, admire him, want to date him.

"Must be the long distance thing. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, yadda-yadda." Chris shrugs. "You've got some interested parties lined up too, don't you?"

Mark gives a silent chuckle, something he's getting good at with practice. "I've got internet weirdos who want to virtually grope my ass; I don't think they're lining up in anything other than a handsy online conga line. Flattering, but not what I'm after." He keeps his eyes on his laptop, scrolling through his messages with precise movements.

"And what are you after?" Chris wonders idly, chuckling at the mental image Mark conjured up in his head. Mark just sticks his tongue out at him. "You can't pretend that you don't respond well to flattery. You very obviously do." Chris remembers watching Mark puff up like a proud peacock when they'd taken their first trip to see the ferns together. Chris had told him that, while the plants were doing okay now, they would undoubtedly flourish now that Mark was back.

Mark likes being flattered. Who doesn't? And Chris just happens to like flattering Mark a little more than most people. Especially these days. The guy deserves to hear how amazing he is after spending eighteen months with no one around to praise his ingenuity.

"Maybe that's why you've been kind of short with me lately. I haven't given you your daily dose of butter." He says, grinning, proud of his analogy.

Mark grins. "Feel free to butter me up, then. That's exactly what I'm after. Something serious." He pouts and bats his eyelashes. "To have and to hold, to flatter and to praise."

Chris has to laugh. "Praise, huh?" he asks, tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought.

He has a million things that he could say in response to that request, but most of them he dismisses without a second thought. They’re all too obvious, or too embarrassing. God, this crush is ridiculously pathetic... At last, something not-so-humiliating comes to him and without even waiting to consider whether or not he should say it, Chris just blurts: "You have a nice laugh."

...Well. At least it isn’t a lie.

Mark's grin falls into something softer. Something surprised -- because he was probably expecting something along the lines of 'You fetch breakfast well'-- but soft. "Yeah?"

Chris's stomach twist into knots, and he laughs softly, ducking his head to save himself the embarrassment of displaying how hot his face had gotten.

"Yeah," he says in response to Mark's question. “It’s kind of...infectious. Whenever you start laughing, you get people to laugh along with you. Even when I’ve been having a rough day, you still make me laugh. And that’s...that’s one of the wonderful qualities that I like about you.”

A beat of silence passes as Chris tries to smother the burning in his cheeks, and as Mark mulls over the words.

"Well," Mark smiles at his lap, face warming, before looking back up. Chris meets his eye just in time to be christened with a new nickname. "Pleasure to meet you, Nice Beck."

Chris smiles and laughs, a lot less awkwardly now that his face isn’t on fire. "Hey, I kinda like that one..." he says. "I can get used to that."

"Me too."

After a long moment, Mark looks back at the messages on his laptop. His smile turns into a grimace. He starts typing, fingers hitting the keys with a bit more force than strictly necessary.

The change in Mark's mood is so rapid that it's almost dizzying. Chris frowns a little as he types, and then hits the enter key with such vigor that Chris actually raises an eyebrow at him.

His smile has faded, but he's still feeling pretty warm and content about his life right now. But Mark looks troubled, so Chris tentatively reaches out with, "What's wrong?" He offers Mark a smile when Mark looks at him, and softly laughs. "Are they making more potato jokes? I know you hate those."

Mark quickly pulls on a smile, looking sort of embarrassed in the way he clenches his jaw and doesn’t meet Chris’s gaze for more than a second. "Ah, no," he says, letting out a short laugh. "Just asking for the hot goss on the Hermes. I told them they should be talking to you." He shifts uncomfortably on the bunk, choosing to stare at his laptop rather than chance a glance at Beck.

That makes Chris frown a little, especially when Mark doesn't attempt to smile, or even look his way. Something must be bugging him, then.

"Me?" he wonders, clicking through the crew’s posted messages on his computer. "Why am I suddenly the source for gossip?" he asks, and then immediately answers himself. "Oh, wait, you mean - " he cuts himself off when he sees the latest message Mark has responded to.

Has ur bunk buddy been getting blue balls without Johanssen around?

Idk, I’m not an expert on Beck’s balls. You should ask him. Or Johanssen.

It took Chris a moment to realize that the question is about him. It shouldn't have taken him long at all, considering that Mark doesn't have any other roommates, but it does. He's still not completely used to the way people ask him about Johanssen, or vice versa - like they're an actual couple. A real live dating, heterosexual, couple.

He has Mark to thank for that, since he's the one who sent Chris an email telling him to just confess his undying love to Johanssen once and for all, which was absolutely ridiculous. Although Mark wasn't alone - NASA had gone and published those letters and now everybody thinks that Chris is dating his best friend. It's become annoying.

Reading Mark's response to the question only makes Chris blush and stammer as he sits in his hammock, one leg dangling off the side. This isn’t the kind of light distraction he was looking forward to with his quick break from his round-the-clock Watney Watch.

"Mark," he says as he lifts his head and looks over at the other man, "You've got to stop telling people that I'm dating Johanssen."

Mark rolls his eyes. He’s wearing a smile, but it’s less teasing and more tense than Chris would expect. “I’m not saying anything.”

“You’re saying enough,” Chris sighs. “It was a funny joke the first one thousand times I got those kinds of messages, but now it’s just...invasive.”

Chris is starting to wonder about Mark - how many of his responses to curious people asking about his and Beth’s ‘relationship’ are jokes? Is Mark joking? There isn’t seriously a chance that Mark thinks that Chris is even remotely straight, is there? Chris wants to say that Mark would know better, at least now if not back then, but at the same time, he thinks he should probably just clear the air and tell him that he’s not bi. Or straight.

Mark frowns, examining Chris for a moment. Chris holds his stare steadily, contemplating, until Mark shrugs. “Alright, Mr. I’m-Not-On-Facebook, no more gossip.” The frown morphs into a slightly worrisome grin, and Mark starts pushing himself out of bed. “Here, give me your laptop, you should say--”

He only gets one foot on the floor before he’s doubled over, clutching his ribs and hacking up a lung, face screwed up in pain.

Chris is shoving his laptop aside and hurrying to sit besides Mark in half a second. “Shallow breaths,” he says, his hands gently landing on Mark’s back and another on his upper arm. He tries to hold him straight instead of allowing him to curl into himself and stretch his sides too much. “I know it sucks, and it’s hard, but just take shallow breaths between coughs.” He rubs the center of Mark’s back, hoping to help calm the coughing spell.

He doesn’t have much success. Mark’s eyes open and he starts getting more air than he’s losing, but his expression is a kind of dazed panic and his breathing is on the wrong side of hyperventilation.

“Feel-- dizzy,” he gets out between coughs. Chris makes a small sound of worry when Mark starts listing to the side.

“Hey, hey - it’s okay,” Chris assures, guiding Mark’s slow tilt with both hands until his shoulder is being used to prop Mark up. “Just rest right here. Lean against me. It’s a dizzy spell - you’re going to be okay.” He says, speaking softly as Mark’s ear was closer to his mouth in this position. “Focus on breathing. Close your eyes and focus on your breaths.”

It’s here, sitting with Mark leaning against his side, that Chris feels the small wave of heat for the first time. Frowning, concern making his heart skip a beat, he reaches up and carefully brushes Mark’s hair aside in order to rest his palm across his forehead. Shit. That’s definitely a small fever in the works.

“There you go.” Chris says as Mark starts to breathe a little easier and his coughing has stopped. “Now, just relax. You feel a little warm to the touch, so I’m going to give you something to help with the pain and hopefully keep your temperature down. So I want you to just rest. Okay?” His arm is still around Mark’s shoulders, and he gives him a gentle squeeze - a small hug meant to comfort not only Mark, but himself as well. He can feel Mark shake ever so slightly under his touch, and winces - this isn’t ideal, but at least this is something Chris can treat.

Things are going to be okay. He’ll make sure of it. 

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best & worst things about the rest of the crew??

I’m answering this Watney-style.

Lewis:

Best thing: Is happy to do yoga with me.

Worst thing: Is apparently repulsed by Simple Plan.

Vogel:

Best thing: Is a fantastic listener and gives solid advice.

Worst thing: Sausage breath at 5am.

Martinez:

Best thing: Fantastic singer.

Worst thing: Crop dusting.

Watney:

Best thing: Best smile. Literally always makes me laugh.

Worst thing: Screams when I do yoga.

Johanssen:

Best thing: Arms are small but strong and great for hugs.

Worst thing: Will probably sleep through the apocalypse.

[drfurter]

best & worst things about the rest of the crew??

I’m too tired for a big emotional outpouring, so this is not what that’s gonna be.

Lewis:

Best thing: I’m her favorite I think. 

Worst thing: Consistently tried to kill me every morning by making me get out of bed. This will undoubtedly resume once her pity runs out for my poor recovering body. Terrible taste in music. 

Vogel:

Best thing: Fucks with everyone constantly.

Worst thing: Never gets in trouble for it.

Martinez:

Best thing: N/A

Worst thing: Everything.

Beck: 

Best thing: Perfect human specimen.

Worst thing: Tone deaf. But wait…that’s kinda endearing. Hmm… Okay, worst thing: far too bendy. Does yoga in front of me and sometimes tries to make me do it too. Gives me nightmares. ALSO likes horror movies. Gives me nightmares. 

Johanssen:

Best thing: My kickass little sister whom I am proud of. 

Worst thing: I’m scared of her. 

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Tone deaf?!

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Hi.

Heya! :)

[drfurter]

Did you hear about the man on trial for feeding dynamite to his cows?

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…no?

[drfurter]

The jury said the case was a-bomb-in-a-bull.

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oh my GOD.....

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Hi.

Heya! :)

[drfurter]

Did you hear about the man on trial for feeding dynamite to his cows?

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...no?

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Hi.

Heya! :)