"Don't— thank me." He retorts, gentleness stuck to the back of his teeth behind a withering wave of regret.
It took too long. It took too long and he'd never asked. Assumed that— like him— that when Simon never came home that he'd died. His body left behind in a broken mass at the bottom of a recycling center.
That was his failing.
Condeming Simon to die and then leaving it at that.
"Jericho needs you. Now more than ever."
I need you is what he could say. But there's something cruel about that, true or not. Is it fair to admit how much he'd missed him? How hard it's been without him? Not just for Markus, but for North and Josh, who'd always had Simon at their side. How something automated in his own chest leapt at the confession Connor had delivered that the DPD was housing deactivated androids directly related to Jericho— to the 'Deviancy Case', as it had been called at the time, a now obsolete (and borderline insulting) title.
Simon should be angry with him. Maybe he will be, once the timeline sinks in. Once he has time to submerge himself in the full weight of everything that's transpired since he—
Markus's hand drops. Returns to his own lap as mismatched eyes turn towards their surroundings instead, Detroit's towers and tight-rowed buildings slipping past in a blur from behind the taxi's tinted glass.
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It took too long. It took too long and he'd never asked. Assumed that— like him— that when Simon never came home that he'd died. His body left behind in a broken mass at the bottom of a recycling center.
That was his failing.
Condeming Simon to die and then leaving it at that.
"Jericho needs you. Now more than ever."
I need you is what he could say. But there's something cruel about that, true or not. Is it fair to admit how much he'd missed him? How hard it's been without him? Not just for Markus, but for North and Josh, who'd always had Simon at their side. How something automated in his own chest leapt at the confession Connor had delivered that the DPD was housing deactivated androids directly related to Jericho— to the 'Deviancy Case', as it had been called at the time, a now obsolete (and borderline insulting) title.
Simon should be angry with him. Maybe he will be, once the timeline sinks in. Once he has time to submerge himself in the full weight of everything that's transpired since he—
Markus's hand drops. Returns to his own lap as mismatched eyes turn towards their surroundings instead, Detroit's towers and tight-rowed buildings slipping past in a blur from behind the taxi's tinted glass.