[ It's funny. Andy's been alive for longer, but Rex is usually better at handling his emotions, even after everything they've been through. Not today, though, and not after this - he's so used to being able to ball them down until he can let them out alone, but he's not alone right now. He's with someone else who's hurting just as much, and he can feel the dread and the fear and the regret tearing away at his insides in a way that he hasn't for such a long time. There is no shame in this small place but for a long horrible moment, he feels that shame keenly, stabbing in his gut, the awareness that he needs to keep it together warring with the fact that things have gone wrong, they've gone wrong and he needs to fix it instead of dwelling here, where Andy's not only sharing in his emotion, but encouraging him to share it. And that's - that's not right, something old and bred into him long ago tells him. Dwelling is useless. He should be doing something useful, which he was as long as he was getting her clean, but now it's... ]
Right, [ he says, stifled, choked. ] I - I'm clean enough, I should go, I should check up on him, I shouldn't have left him alone with BB-8 --
[ He'll flee if she lets him. It is, quite frankly, the only way he knows how to deal with this sort of thing. ]
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Right, [ he says, stifled, choked. ] I - I'm clean enough, I should go, I should check up on him, I shouldn't have left him alone with BB-8 --
[ He'll flee if she lets him. It is, quite frankly, the only way he knows how to deal with this sort of thing. ]