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[seer_of_god]

This was not exactly how he thought things would be after almost two years of being stuck on the island. He guessed most people were miserable about the island for a wide variety of reasons. The whole feeling awful about being remotely happy was probably true of half the island and it would have mattered more if he'd actually been happy to any

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[flyboy_shepp]

It was hard to miss Leoben looking about as miserable as John had ever seen him when he walked into the rec room, and his stomach tightened before he even had the chance to ask what was going on.

"Hey, buddy," he said, walking over, but was beat to the couch by Thirteen, who scampered over and started pawing at his legs. John crouched down and picked the little guy up before looking back over at Leoben.

He figured he could wait a little while before asking. "How's the dog training going?"

[seer_of_god]

"Hey," Leoben said, not even bothering to look up. "It's going better than anything else is so I guess it's going great." God, now he'd have to tell John about how much of a complete and utter jerkwad failure he was at pretty much everything. "How are you?"

[flyboy_shepp]

John cringed away from Thirteen's tongue, and put the puppy down despite his whines of protest. He didn't have to know Leoben all that well to read him.

"I'm fine," he said, and walked over to sit on the couch. Thirteen jumped up and settled between them. "What's wrong? And don't try to say 'nothing'."

[seer_of_god]

Leoben absently petted Thirteen behind his ears which got him to stop racing around on the couch cushions for a few minutes. He moved his other hand away from his face, but made no effort to look up still.

"Yeah, well, it's pretty much everything." His lips twitched as he tried to decide whether he should smile wryly or frown miserably as he stared at the floor. Frowning miserably was easier. "Starbuck lost a bunch of friends but gained a frakton of alcohol."