[ Ephemera, by contrast, will drink whatever he can get for the caffeine hit but prefers things obnoxiously sweet. The others used to tease him about that one, but Barrows made hot chocolate sometimes and he'd melt real chocolate into it and somehow even the shitty, waxy crap that came with their MREs tasted pretty damn good. He misses Barrows's cooking. Misses how it felt to sit shoulder to shoulder with the others after a drop and hork down greasy, space station noodles because fuck, they were still alive and how else are you supposed to celebrate that?
Don't go there. Just don't.
Ephemera twitches. He doesn't go there.
The coffee helps. A little. It gives him something to focus on, anyway. Ephemera spots a cart selling breakfast sandwiches - something obscenely greasy and packed with thick bacon and possibly even real eggs and not that powdered shit. Dare to dream. He orders and the vendor only startles at his scars for a moment. ]
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[ Ephemera, by contrast, will drink whatever he can get for the caffeine hit but prefers things obnoxiously sweet. The others used to tease him about that one, but Barrows made hot chocolate sometimes and he'd melt real chocolate into it and somehow even the shitty, waxy crap that came with their MREs tasted pretty damn good. He misses Barrows's cooking. Misses how it felt to sit shoulder to shoulder with the others after a drop and hork down greasy, space station noodles because fuck, they were still alive and how else are you supposed to celebrate that?
Don't go there. Just don't.
Ephemera twitches. He doesn't go there.
The coffee helps. A little. It gives him something to focus on, anyway. Ephemera spots a cart selling breakfast sandwiches - something obscenely greasy and packed with thick bacon and possibly even real eggs and not that powdered shit. Dare to dream. He orders and the vendor only startles at his scars for a moment. ]
Not paranoia if it's true.