[ Grey grit his teeth. He wanted to punch the floor, but even his fingers hurt. It didn't seem fair, mostly because Grey remembered this. He'd already done this part. When he was a kid and still weak and growing, he'd been in a constant state of strength training. Agility. Speed. And now he was starting all over. This was his first time using his muscles this way, he tried to remind himself, but it felt like starting over.
It was different for Curtis. Grey leaned up on his hands, breathing hard and just glaring at him. Grey wans't angry. Not at Curtis. He was grateful for Curtis trying to help him, though sometimes he wondered why. Maybe he thought he owed it to Gilliam to look out for Grey, or maybe it's because they were from the same Matrix. But Curtis had never really paid attention to him then and Grey didn't understand why he would now. Except that he was probably waiting for Grey to be useful again.
Grey understood that he was tryng to be encouraging or something, but it wasn't the same. Curtis had been strong in the Matrix, everyone knew that, but it wasn't what made him important. He was smart, good at planning, at understanding people and ideas. Curtis could beat most anyone on the train, but they trusted him not to. And for everyone he couldn't, that's what Grey was for.
For some reason Grey wanted to hit him. He settled for sitting on the floor. Shaking his head. And looking at Curtis with something between exhaustion and exasperation. ]
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It was different for Curtis. Grey leaned up on his hands, breathing hard and just glaring at him. Grey wans't angry. Not at Curtis. He was grateful for Curtis trying to help him, though sometimes he wondered why. Maybe he thought he owed it to Gilliam to look out for Grey, or maybe it's because they were from the same Matrix. But Curtis had never really paid attention to him then and Grey didn't understand why he would now. Except that he was probably waiting for Grey to be useful again.
Grey understood that he was tryng to be encouraging or something, but it wasn't the same. Curtis had been strong in the Matrix, everyone knew that, but it wasn't what made him important. He was smart, good at planning, at understanding people and ideas. Curtis could beat most anyone on the train, but they trusted him not to. And for everyone he couldn't, that's what Grey was for.
For some reason Grey wanted to hit him. He settled for sitting on the floor. Shaking his head. And looking at Curtis with something between exhaustion and exasperation. ]