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Mar. 28th, 2013 01:29 pmThe truth of the matter is, Lee's still trying to figure this place out.
Grounded for two months, and he's still not sure what the frak he's doing. In a lot of ways, it feels like those first few days after he gave his pins back to the Commander. He still wakes up early, 0500 in most cases, and lies awake in his apartment. But there's no briefing to go to, no flight rotation to plan out.
There's not even a defense to research for the trial.
For the first time in a long time, he feels almost free. Free and empty at the same time, and it's frakking weird.
He stares at his ceiling for almost an hour before he finally gets dressed in sweats and running shoes and heads out for a run.
Some habits die hard, he supposes.
Grounded for two months, and he's still not sure what the frak he's doing. In a lot of ways, it feels like those first few days after he gave his pins back to the Commander. He still wakes up early, 0500 in most cases, and lies awake in his apartment. But there's no briefing to go to, no flight rotation to plan out.
There's not even a defense to research for the trial.
For the first time in a long time, he feels almost free. Free and empty at the same time, and it's frakking weird.
He stares at his ceiling for almost an hour before he finally gets dressed in sweats and running shoes and heads out for a run.
Some habits die hard, he supposes.
