[He quiets, looking down at the space between them.]
... You pushed me towards it? You guys were — okay with that choice?
[The conflicting feelings in him is making it hard to know... how to be right now. The thought of being at Bo's side is a wonderful one. He's had dreams where she came back, that she'd never been taken away — that she was just somewhere in the house, somewhere he hadn't known, but she was suddenly there again. The one love of his life, really. He'd seen her there on the dresser, surrounded by that light, and he hadn't had a chance to outrun the feeling it left in his chest.
But Buzz and Jessie — Slink, Hamm, everyone — they were his family. They'd shaped him into a better person. Without Buzz and Jessie and the others, he'd be a worser toy, someone not worth the stuffing they're made of. He may falter, may do stupid things that leave him wraught with guilt, but the things he's done... he's always tried to do right by them, even if his devotion to Andy muddied the waters a lot.
... But they wanted this for him? They supported it? Would he not run off with Bo even now? These conflicting loyalties and loves are only an added thing to panic about, in this town. Heck, he's probably being selfish being so wound up over something like this when people were suffering in this place.
He clears his throat, sounding a little lost.]
I think I just... I-I need a little time... to think.
[he nods, very slowly. buzz knows woody well enough to know the complete maelstrom all of this must've kicked up inside him. hell, he doubts he'd react much better if he hadn't lived the past year and had been told he'd told woody to go.
for a moment, it looks like he's about to reach out to him again, but he stops himself short. he's really not sure if he should be the one to do this, not sure if woody would even want it from him. he doesn't know if woody would want it from any of them, which hurts in a whole other way.]
Take as long as you need, [he says, forcing confidence into his tone; confidence that woody will even have the time he needs.] I'll... we'll be here.
[literally. like hell is he going back upstairs tonight.]
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... You pushed me towards it? You guys were — okay with that choice?
[The conflicting feelings in him is making it hard to know... how to be right now. The thought of being at Bo's side is a wonderful one. He's had dreams where she came back, that she'd never been taken away — that she was just somewhere in the house, somewhere he hadn't known, but she was suddenly there again. The one love of his life, really. He'd seen her there on the dresser, surrounded by that light, and he hadn't had a chance to outrun the feeling it left in his chest.
But Buzz and Jessie — Slink, Hamm, everyone — they were his family. They'd shaped him into a better person. Without Buzz and Jessie and the others, he'd be a worser toy, someone not worth the stuffing they're made of. He may falter, may do stupid things that leave him wraught with guilt, but the things he's done... he's always tried to do right by them, even if his devotion to Andy muddied the waters a lot.
... But they wanted this for him? They supported it? Would he not run off with Bo even now? These conflicting loyalties and loves are only an added thing to panic about, in this town. Heck, he's probably being selfish being so wound up over something like this when people were suffering in this place.
He clears his throat, sounding a little lost.]
I think I just... I-I need a little time... to think.
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for a moment, it looks like he's about to reach out to him again, but he stops himself short. he's really not sure if he should be the one to do this, not sure if woody would even want it from him. he doesn't know if woody would want it from any of them, which hurts in a whole other way.]
Take as long as you need, [he says, forcing confidence into his tone; confidence that woody will even have the time he needs.] I'll... we'll be here.
[literally. like hell is he going back upstairs tonight.]