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[suicidemission]


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[suicidemission]

The smell of coffee in the morning is what pulled him out of his bed when he was a kid. His mom always made tea, but Herc drank coffee blacker than fucking tar and Chuck wanted to be just like him, so at six years old he sneaks out into the kitchen at five am and brews coffee, figures the machine out and makes it, drinks it too strong and too black and ignores the jitters it gives him until he gets used to it.

It’s how he still drinks it; black, too hot, too strong, darker than pitch.

Not a lot of people get second chances and Chuck’s still not convinced that he’s been given one. The place is a fucking mess; they’re still undersea, they’re stuck, there’s no way of getting back home.

But his family is here. His mother is here and to Chuck, that means more than he lets on.

Gebo isn’t a frivolous place but he’s found a little coffee shop tucked away and that’s where he is, hands wrapped around a hot mug of his preferred version of liquid caffeine, staring at his mum over the table, awkward in the moment. He doesn’t know how to just spend time with people and Chuck’s obviously uncomfortable, but the smile she’s giving him puts him a little more at ease.

It reminds him of home. Of warm summers and the smell of flowers. Her perfume, the way the scent lingered in the bathroom after she’d taken her shower and dressed.

None of those things are present now, but the smell of coffee takes him back what feels like a thousand years.