[ As disgusting as the junk moon is, Erik is finding aspects of it that he very much appreciates. Being surrounded by metals of so many worlds is enough to make him dizzy. So many ores and alloys he never gets to manipulate, in quantities that don't even exist on Earth. It's intoxicating.
The junk piles following him are mostly harmless, so he ignores them. If any get too close, either to him or the slowly rotating, floating ball of scrap metal he is trailing behind him, he simply raises a field to repel them. Before long he realizes that when they touch the field it makes a sound like a bug zapper, which amuses him more than it should. But he'll take whatever levity he can find. The last few months have been a strain, to say the least.
He feels it. That painfully gentle, familiar touch in his mind. Which is impossible. Of all the places in this fucking universe for him to be, he can't be here.
He can't.
Erik doesn't scramble over the hill, exactly, but he does moves swiftly. He freezes when he sees him. That damned uniform. Why did Hank ever think that primary colors were an acceptable choice.
Erik takes off his breathing mask, the stench of the place not enough to draw his attention away. He swallows. And then smiles in a way that doesn't quite cover up his despair. ]
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The junk piles following him are mostly harmless, so he ignores them. If any get too close, either to him or the slowly rotating, floating ball of scrap metal he is trailing behind him, he simply raises a field to repel them. Before long he realizes that when they touch the field it makes a sound like a bug zapper, which amuses him more than it should. But he'll take whatever levity he can find. The last few months have been a strain, to say the least.
He feels it. That painfully gentle, familiar touch in his mind. Which is impossible. Of all the places in this fucking universe for him to be, he can't be here.
He can't.
Erik doesn't scramble over the hill, exactly, but he does moves swiftly. He freezes when he sees him. That damned uniform. Why did Hank ever think that primary colors were an acceptable choice.
Erik takes off his breathing mask, the stench of the place not enough to draw his attention away. He swallows. And then smiles in a way that doesn't quite cover up his despair. ]
Hello, old friend.