#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ; ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ❞ ◌ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ¦ 「 Benny 」

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The air is thick with tensity; Rex can feel the discomfort as they stand there in agonizing silence. He can’t say he’s ever been one for the quiet; his time in the Dryar System had more sullied it for him. Quietness, with the occasional thudding, earthquakes, NOISES that remind him that in the grand scheme of things – he’s left behind, FORGOTTEN. NOTHING, TO BOOT. Honestly, it’s why he prefers blasting out his ear drums. If it means listening to anything but nothingness and his own thoughts, he’ll take it. Of course, that’s not really an option right now, is it? No, he’s going to have to sit with that silence as a dead aspect of himself tries to talk to somebody he once called friend.

Of course, that doesn’t seem to last for long. Distracted, he almost doesn’t expect Benny to suddenly manifest in front of him. Taking a couple of subconscious steps back, Rex wears a wary expression, a hesitant hand pulled to his chest as he raises an eyebrow at the other. It’s been so long. Whilst the images of his friends lay fresh in his mind, it doesn’t compare their personalities. Benny has him taken aback for a moment, and his glance is cautious as he regains his composure.

❝ Uh… ❞ he trails off uneasily, tilting his head as teeth clench behind his lips. A joke? It’s not rocket science the other is doing anything to cover up this awful silence. Not that Rex is against it. Any noise, background or otherwise, is far better than this intense atmosphere. It’s just… once upon a time, he might have been better suited for this. For existing, for talking with his… friends ( THE WORD STILL MAKES HIM SICK TO HIS STOMACH ) . ❝ Sure, spaceman – ❞ What did he have to lose? ❝ – shoot for the stars. ❞

「 ☆ 」     ❝  I always do!  ❞  It’s effortless to chipperly reply to Rex’s awkward comment, Benny slipping into something almost akin to familiarity. For that brief, beautiful moment, it feels- easier. Talking to Rex feels like something he SHOULD have been doing a lot more of a lot sooner. More familiar with that concept than he’d like to be ( he wasn’t always so quick to approach others, the risk of rejection a far scarier thing when he wasn’t willing to push past it ) Benny clings to that feeling with all the fervor of a spaceman to a lifeline.

❝  Okay, okay—  ❞  Excitedly twirling in the air, arms flap in tandem with the burst of movement, Benny then faces Rex again. Grin steadier than it was before, he hopes that Rex will get to feel a burst of ‘ familiarity ’ too. Odd as it may be in the situation ( though not as odd as it should ) it’s the only word that seems to fit in Benny’s internal narrative. However fleeting or insubstantial, it helps. Rex deserves some help.  ❝  So. Here it is!  ❞  

Looking as if he’s already seconds away from laughing at his untold joke, Benny asks his question with a bit of difficulty. Snickering during the delivery, he practically vibrates with a need to get out the punchline and hopefully gain a laugh along with it.  ❝  How does our solar system hold up its pants?  ❞  A beat passes, enough for the question to sink in but barely any time for a response. Even when not telling a joke, he’s found that conversations tend to go better that way. Stars alight in his eyes, Benny leans in closer to Rex’s face as he blurts—

❝  With an asteroid belt!  ❞     「 ☆ 」

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