[ it's only going to spit out a battery and some plastic, anyway. :| not any sort of thing that he would actually have any use for. oh well.
the fresh air does wonders for his head – though he won't readily admit that it had been clouded in the first place – and even though he's found himself in a place that he isn't familiar with, it isn't completely unlike the moment he'd landed at the dock in colseit. it isn't central city, isn't anything close to what he's used to, but when faced with a challenge? he'll more than surely rise to the occasion, give it everything he's got just to try to figure things out.
( he can say that, now. now that she's been the one to drag out of him his own shortcomings, his own worries. he can never thank her enough for being the one to care so much for him, even when he hadn't thought he'd deserved it. that there were still people who would cry for him …
it's a thought better left for another time. he's past it, now, after all. no need to dwell on it, right? )
she sees him just as he sees her, and though there is still some distance between them, escha makes short work of it. one, two – and then she's there, within arm's reach, and he feels the corners of his mouth twisting upward into the semblance of a smile as she nears him, making as though to act like nothing at all is out of the ordinary.
( because deflection is the best sort of coping mechanism, isn't it … ? ) ] I'm so glad I found you –
[ he really is. you don't even know the half of it. ] Are you okay?
c:?
the fresh air does wonders for his head – though he won't readily admit that it had been clouded in the first place – and even though he's found himself in a place that he isn't familiar with, it isn't completely unlike the moment he'd landed at the dock in colseit. it isn't central city, isn't anything close to what he's used to, but when faced with a challenge? he'll more than surely rise to the occasion, give it everything he's got just to try to figure things out.
( he can say that, now. now that she's been the one to drag out of him his own shortcomings, his own worries. he can never thank her enough for being the one to care so much for him, even when he hadn't thought he'd deserved it. that there were still people who would cry for him …
it's a thought better left for another time. he's past it, now, after all. no need to dwell on it, right? )
she sees him just as he sees her, and though there is still some distance between them, escha makes short work of it. one, two – and then she's there, within arm's reach, and he feels the corners of his mouth twisting upward into the semblance of a smile as she nears him, making as though to act like nothing at all is out of the ordinary.
( because deflection is the best sort of coping mechanism, isn't it … ? ) ] I'm so glad I found you –
[ he really is. you don't even know the half of it. ] Are you okay?