[She hears it, and she's glad it's there. It furthers the promise that he's back to normal. ]
Well, even you can be dramatic every once in a while- it doesn't have to be just me and Woody all the time. [Even if they're both REALLY good at it.] And I wouldn't say it was nothing. It was a pretty big something.
[She sure had been genuinely scared for him. ]
Yeah, sure. I'm on [give her a sec, she's checking] Maple Street, making my way up.
[he knows exactly where that is. once again, his obsessive map studying comes in handy.]
You weren't around for the days when I used to do a backflip across the room for... no reason. Fun. [buzz you still do that, don't act like that's a habit you've since grown out of. you haven't. you never will. you'll be jessie's age and still stunting on the youth by doing a standing backflip.] How was Fern?
[More than once his obsessive map-reading has come in handy. One day, it might save their lives!]
Buzz, I'm pretty sure I saw you do a backflip across the kitchen this morning. Unless I was imagining things.
[She appreciates his backflips, they're nice to look at. She quickens his pace a little, she suddenly, desperately needs to see him. To be sure that he's back to normal- that he's got that wonderful heart of his back. ]
He's fine. Better. I think he's still a little confused about it all, but he's not sick any more. You can relax. You helped him a lot.
[he didn't. it was just for show, because he's Like That.]
I'm glad to hear it. [he says, voice fading out lightly as he's getting out the house. there's that tip tap tip tap of plastic boots on cobblestone!] ...I'll relax when I know he won't change again.
[sorry, jessie. he's full boyle woody on this one.]
The fact he's so gosh-darn concerned over the kid is further proof at Buzz is back to himself, and she should be able to breathe easy. But, like Buzz, she kind of needs to see the proof before she'll really believe it.
She heard that familiar sound of his boots and it gives her some comfort- just like when she arrived here. It means he's coming, that she'll see him soon and it'll make everything just that little bit better. He's always been a ray of light to push away the darkness for her and now is no exception. ]
Well, that's fair. I'm sure he'll wanna see you.
[But her first, sorry Fern, she's going to be a touch selfish here. You can have him later. She turns into the next street, already looking for him. At least her lanky ragdoll legs means she can cover a decent amount of ground when she wants them to.]
[honestly, he feels similarly. he'll certainly check in on fern as soon as he can, but he's just been through something awful and traumatic. sometimes... you just wanna hold the good lady wife after that. bury your face in her neck. act like you don't wanna cry the way you do.
she can probably see his glowing armour sliding down some metal railing way before he's actually visible in the dark. "the days when i used to backflip", shut up buzz, he literally backflips off the railing.
guess who gets the big hug this time? you bet your ass buzz grabs jessie up and gives her a bear hug like he hasn't seen her in a decade. he needs it. they both need it.]
It's a perfectly serviceable springboard and you gotta work with what you've got.
[She can't believe she's being called out like this, wow!!
She sure sees him coming and she sees the backflip. She's about to pass comment on it when suddenly she's being scooped up in a bear hug and any smartass remark she had vanishes away. He's right, they really do both need it. She'd been so scared he'd lost such an integral part of himself forever. It would have broke her heart to see him without his for good.
She's perfectly fine with the scooping. He can scop her all the live-long day. She'll just wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him like a straggly limpet. She doesn't dare tell herself that he's okay yet, because who could be after that? But he's back and that's... well, that means the gosh darn world. She gives him a tight squeeze. ]
[he holds on way tighter and longer than he does usually. it's easy to feel completely ridiculous for not wanting to let go, but at the same time he can't bring himself to care. when he finally does, he takes a step back with his hands on her forearms.]
I know, I'm sorry. Believe me, I'm not in a rush to do something like that again. [...you know, unless fern or one of the other toys needs it. he is super tired of almost dying, though!] Are you doing okay?
[He'll hear absolutely no complaints from her for this. She'll happily cling to him til' the back end of forever -maybe then she can convince herself that he's not horrendously broken forever because of this. He does eventually release his death-grip on her and she offers him a smile that could be a whole lot more convincing if she were a better liar. She's not, though, so he gets a sad, worried attempt at a smile instead of an actual smile. ]
You did what you had to do, I get it.
[She doesn't LIKE it, but she gets it. The poor excuse for a smile fades at his question. She really isn't much of a liar, and she doesn't want to lie to him.]
Been better, been worse. [This is awful, but not the most awful. That would have been after the goddamn TV dropped on him and she thought he'd died. Nothing has topped that just yet and she doesn't especially want to tempt fate there.] I'm just glad you got better.
[all he can really do to that is nod-- he doesn't really want to dwell on it. if she wants to talk more about it, he will, but he's not going to push the subject otherwise. buzz is 10000% more concerned about jessie, anyway. what he did was entirely by choice-- he knows most of what jessie must've been through has been the opposite.]
Yeah. [that makes two of them. he doesn't want to talk hypotheticals, don't want to dwell on it. it's just a nightmare that'll haunt him for a long while. it's fine.] Let's get back. I put on a new incense stick that doesn't smell of strawberry for a change. You can relax.
[Okay, that brings a small smile to her face, a genuine one. Because she'd very much like to get back and not have the house smell like rancid traitor bear. She moves, slipping her arm around his. Sorry, Space Ranger, hand-holding just won't cut it today, you're going to have to live with this. Try to not pass out.]
I'll sure as heck take that. And it would be nice to relax a 'lil. It's been a month.
[there is no reality in which he would not be okay with that. he lets her do so, miraculously doesn't pass out, and even threads his own plastic fingers through hers. nice. 10/10.]
That's... certainly one way to put it. [he exhales lightly, as they walk, still keeping as low key as they can.] I can't believe Woody had to deal with this on his own for a month on top of waking up just after the whole garbage tip thing.
[Good job, buddy. You levelled up in intimacy. She's so proud of you. She'll give his hand a little squeeze to show it. ]
Honestly, I don't blame him for being onery with every dang person he came across here. [Because Woody doesn't deal with stress well at the best of times and this was a deeply stressful situation.] How the heck he did it on his own, I don't even know.
No. Being completely alone here and surrounded by people he couldn't help... [buzz trails off uncomfortably. it really is a nightmare here, not so much just for woody, but for everyone. he has to wonder what those people he's heard mentioned that do like it here are like. what must their home situation be? buzz isn't naive enough to be unaware of things like that, but being faced directly with it... not fun. no toy wants to see a human suffer. hell, buzz literally let his metaphorical heart be pulled out and he doesn't doubt any other toy here would hesitate if they'd been in his situation.
this is the kind of stuff he's been thinking of since he got back from the whole mess with fern. laying face down on the bed.] Well... he's resilient. You saw how he was still going to come back to the RV when he thought he had to.
[not something he likes to think about, but relevant nonetheless, he thinks.]
Just gotta... remind him he doesn't have to do everything on his own... [and if that isn't an almost insurmountable challenge... mr lightyear does not sound too confident on that front. he's sure jessie remembers woody walking away from all their attempts to help before. even with bo here, he's all too aware last time they just got lucky. all this on top of lying by omission to him! whew.]
He's got a good heart, he wouldn't want anyone to suffer if he could help it.
[And it would have been agonising. Having to choose between following the rules and letting people suffer- or throwing every piece of toy instinct out of the window to help. She doesn't envy him.
Woody would pretty consistently pick other people's happiness over his own. As much as she hates the knowledge when they eventually go home, Woody won't be in their lives any more - she's glad he's found happiness there. That for once he put himself first. ]
...I saw. He- he did the right thing though. For himself. And Bo. In the end.Even if it means we don't get to be a part of that.
[She's going to miss him. And the old wounds of missing Bo are fresh again. But they can be happy now. They can make a real go of it. She's just endlessly glad Buzz is still around. She's pretty dang convinced she wouldn't have been able to face going back to Bonnie without him- new Sheriff responsibilities be damned.
She offers the tiniest of smiles. ]
Well. We just gotta keep poking at him on that one. Pretty sure I can at least evenly-stubborn him if he really digs his heels in. We'd get a stalemate on it if nothing else.
[Or they'd end up screaming at each other. That's the more likely scenario here when both of them have decided to argue separate sides of a point.]
We were part of it, and we still will be. Just as we won't forget him, he's not gonna forget us.
[that's what he tells himself. that's what he genuinely believes-- it's not a hope he doesn't put stock in that he's clinging to. it's one of those weird situations where doing the right thing hurt, and buzz hasn't even managed to fully process it given that he basically saw woody less than an hour after they'd parted for good. how are either of them meant to know how to deal with that when they had no chance to? hell, buzz hasn't even been separated from woody for more than a couple days at most since he came to life.
these are weird times, and woody isn't the only one buzz is worried about.] Do you... have any idea how Bo's handling it? I have no idea how to ask her.
[And that's the important distinction to make. Jessie knows for a cold hard fact that memories only take you so far. Nothing ever fills that void when someone is gone. But she knows that's just old ghosts nipping at her heels. It might be different this time. She just very much doubts it. But she's not about to trample on his optimism- lord knows one of them needs some for this mess. ]
Bo's... I don't reckon she's all that happy about it- but she'd never want to hurt him. [But this can't be easy for her, having JUST got him back to have him not quite right.] I think she's just keepin'- keepin' on. I can check in on her though. See how she's coping.
[Because Jessie will just... directly ask her with all the tact of a tossed house brick.]
[he falls silent at that. buzz knows that jessie understands this more than he ever could, simply through value of experience. he's keenly aware that he's never really... lost anyone as important as woody, even though it makes him feel a little guilty about the other toys that've been given away in the meantime. bo and RC leaving stung, of course, and being passed over by andy was a different kind of hurt but...]
No, she wouldn't be. [he says finally.] If you need backup... just ask.
[Jessie would have been happy for Buzz to never experience this kind of loss. He's always been so gosh-darn stalwart and she genuinely hopes when they eventually go back that he'll be okay. He told Woody that Bonnie would be okay, but what about himself? She's not so convinced. He and Woody have always been a set- and now suddenly they're not. She just hopes she can help him through that fact. ]
Thanks, I appreciate that. [A smile.] You've known her longer than me, I'm sure she'd appreciate your input on the whole thing too. I know I would.
[bo is a good friend, woody-centric topics prevailing or not. buzz still can't help but feel a little silly about expressing to her his hope for woody just seeing her being the thing to bring back his memories. it was naive, in hindsight. why would anything nice like that happen?]
Oh, there's... one more thing. About the heart thing. [he stops for a moment, tapping his helmet button to make it whoosh up. it's all in good order, except for a small, circular spiderweb of cracks on the side. quite clearly from an impact.] It's not too bad, but I'll want to avoid landing on my head again for a while...
[Oh, well. That's a mighty concerning development. Don't mind Jessie, Buzz- she's just gonna lean her hands on your shoulder to peer at the crack, judging it for exactly how much damage has been made there. She doesn't like it none- Buzz is the most robust out of all of them. If he's getting damaged? Well.]
How did that happen? Did the doctor drop you or something? Or did you do it while you were helping Fern?
[Buzz Lightyear please don't fall on your head. She squints at the damage again, before relenting and letting go of her death-grip on his shoulders.]
At least it doesn't look like it's got any holes in it. But...yeah, maybe avoid landing on your head for a while, agreed.
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Well, even you can be dramatic every once in a while- it doesn't have to be just me and Woody all the time. [Even if they're both REALLY good at it.] And I wouldn't say it was nothing. It was a pretty big something.
[She sure had been genuinely scared for him. ]
Yeah, sure. I'm on [give her a sec, she's checking] Maple Street, making my way up.
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You weren't around for the days when I used to do a backflip across the room for... no reason. Fun. [buzz you still do that, don't act like that's a habit you've since grown out of. you haven't. you never will. you'll be jessie's age and still stunting on the youth by doing a standing backflip.] How was Fern?
[she did already say he was fine, but...]
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Buzz, I'm pretty sure I saw you do a backflip across the kitchen this morning. Unless I was imagining things.
[She appreciates his backflips, they're nice to look at. She quickens his pace a little, she suddenly, desperately needs to see him. To be sure that he's back to normal- that he's got that wonderful heart of his back. ]
He's fine. Better. I think he's still a little confused about it all, but he's not sick any more. You can relax. You helped him a lot.
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[he didn't. it was just for show, because he's Like That.]
I'm glad to hear it. [he says, voice fading out lightly as he's getting out the house. there's that tip tap tip tap of plastic boots on cobblestone!] ...I'll relax when I know he won't change again.
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[She doesn't buy it, not one bit.
The fact he's so gosh-darn concerned over the kid is further proof at Buzz is back to himself, and she should be able to breathe easy. But, like Buzz, she kind of needs to see the proof before she'll really believe it.
She heard that familiar sound of his boots and it gives her some comfort- just like when she arrived here. It means he's coming, that she'll see him soon and it'll make everything just that little bit better. He's always been a ray of light to push away the darkness for her and now is no exception. ]
Well, that's fair. I'm sure he'll wanna see you.
[But her first, sorry Fern, she's going to be a touch selfish here. You can have him later. She turns into the next street, already looking for him. At least her lanky ragdoll legs means she can cover a decent amount of ground when she wants them to.]
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she can probably see his glowing armour sliding down some metal railing way before he's actually visible in the dark. "the days when i used to backflip", shut up buzz, he literally backflips off the railing.
guess who gets the big hug this time? you bet your ass buzz grabs jessie up and gives her a bear hug like he hasn't seen her in a decade. he needs it. they both need it.]
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[She can't believe she's being called out like this, wow!!
She sure sees him coming and she sees the backflip. She's about to pass comment on it when suddenly she's being scooped up in a bear hug and any smartass remark she had vanishes away. He's right, they really do both need it. She'd been so scared he'd lost such an integral part of himself forever. It would have broke her heart to see him without his for good.
She's perfectly fine with the scooping. He can scop her all the live-long day. She'll just wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him like a straggly limpet. She doesn't dare tell herself that he's okay yet, because who could be after that? But he's back and that's... well, that means the gosh darn world. She gives him a tight squeeze. ]
I was so worried about you.
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I know, I'm sorry. Believe me, I'm not in a rush to do something like that again. [...you know, unless fern or one of the other toys needs it. he is super tired of almost dying, though!] Are you doing okay?
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You did what you had to do, I get it.
[She doesn't LIKE it, but she gets it. The poor excuse for a smile fades at his question. She really isn't much of a liar, and she doesn't want to lie to him.]
Been better, been worse. [This is awful, but not the most awful. That would have been after the goddamn TV dropped on him and she thought he'd died. Nothing has topped that just yet and she doesn't especially want to tempt fate there.] I'm just glad you got better.
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Yeah. [that makes two of them. he doesn't want to talk hypotheticals, don't want to dwell on it. it's just a nightmare that'll haunt him for a long while. it's fine.] Let's get back. I put on a new incense stick that doesn't smell of strawberry for a change. You can relax.
[oh how the turn tables.]
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I'll sure as heck take that. And it would be nice to relax a 'lil. It's been a month.
[Sweetie, honey, that's not how you say it.]
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That's... certainly one way to put it. [he exhales lightly, as they walk, still keeping as low key as they can.] I can't believe Woody had to deal with this on his own for a month on top of waking up just after the whole garbage tip thing.
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Honestly, I don't blame him for being onery with every dang person he came across here. [Because Woody doesn't deal with stress well at the best of times and this was a deeply stressful situation.] How the heck he did it on his own, I don't even know.
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this is the kind of stuff he's been thinking of since he got back from the whole mess with fern. laying face down on the bed.] Well... he's resilient. You saw how he was still going to come back to the RV when he thought he had to.
[not something he likes to think about, but relevant nonetheless, he thinks.]
Just gotta... remind him he doesn't have to do everything on his own... [and if that isn't an almost insurmountable challenge... mr lightyear does not sound too confident on that front. he's sure jessie remembers woody walking away from all their attempts to help before. even with bo here, he's all too aware last time they just got lucky. all this on top of lying by omission to him! whew.]
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[And it would have been agonising. Having to choose between following the rules and letting people suffer- or throwing every piece of toy instinct out of the window to help. She doesn't envy him.
Woody would pretty consistently pick other people's happiness over his own. As much as she hates the knowledge when they eventually go home, Woody won't be in their lives any more - she's glad he's found happiness there. That for once he put himself first. ]
...I saw. He- he did the right thing though. For himself. And Bo. In the end.Even if it means we don't get to be a part of that.
[She's going to miss him. And the old wounds of missing Bo are fresh again. But they can be happy now. They can make a real go of it. She's just endlessly glad Buzz is still around. She's pretty dang convinced she wouldn't have been able to face going back to Bonnie without him- new Sheriff responsibilities be damned.
She offers the tiniest of smiles. ]
Well. We just gotta keep poking at him on that one. Pretty sure I can at least evenly-stubborn him if he really digs his heels in. We'd get a stalemate on it if nothing else.
[Or they'd end up screaming at each other. That's the more likely scenario here when both of them have decided to argue separate sides of a point.]
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[that's what he tells himself. that's what he genuinely believes-- it's not a hope he doesn't put stock in that he's clinging to. it's one of those weird situations where doing the right thing hurt, and buzz hasn't even managed to fully process it given that he basically saw woody less than an hour after they'd parted for good. how are either of them meant to know how to deal with that when they had no chance to? hell, buzz hasn't even been separated from woody for more than a couple days at most since he came to life.
these are weird times, and woody isn't the only one buzz is worried about.] Do you... have any idea how Bo's handling it? I have no idea how to ask her.
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[And that's the important distinction to make. Jessie knows for a cold hard fact that memories only take you so far. Nothing ever fills that void when someone is gone. But she knows that's just old ghosts nipping at her heels. It might be different this time. She just very much doubts it. But she's not about to trample on his optimism- lord knows one of them needs some for this mess. ]
Bo's... I don't reckon she's all that happy about it- but she'd never want to hurt him. [But this can't be easy for her, having JUST got him back to have him not quite right.] I think she's just keepin'- keepin' on. I can check in on her though. See how she's coping.
[Because Jessie will just... directly ask her with all the tact of a tossed house brick.]
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No, she wouldn't be. [he says finally.] If you need backup... just ask.
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Thanks, I appreciate that. [A smile.] You've known her longer than me, I'm sure she'd appreciate your input on the whole thing too. I know I would.
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[bo is a good friend, woody-centric topics prevailing or not. buzz still can't help but feel a little silly about expressing to her his hope for woody just seeing her being the thing to bring back his memories. it was naive, in hindsight. why would anything nice like that happen?]
Oh, there's... one more thing. About the heart thing. [he stops for a moment, tapping his helmet button to make it whoosh up. it's all in good order, except for a small, circular spiderweb of cracks on the side. quite clearly from an impact.] It's not too bad, but I'll want to avoid landing on my head again for a while...
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How did that happen? Did the doctor drop you or something? Or did you do it while you were helping Fern?
[Buzz Lightyear please don't fall on your head. She squints at the damage again, before relenting and letting go of her death-grip on his shoulders.]
At least it doesn't look like it's got any holes in it. But...yeah, maybe avoid landing on your head for a while, agreed.
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[it probably would've been worse if he hadn't been able to somewhat mitigate the impact with a sweet flip.]
I'll make sure it won't spread. Maybe get some tape on it.
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[Thank god for the sweet flips. ]
Maybe we can get some resin for it or... something. If it gets bad. We'll figure something out.