[ His chin is tucked against his chest, eyes slipping shut as he waits for the inevitable. Try as he might, unconsciousness refuses to take him, and he sits there, limbs numb. If it weren’t for the shards pinning him to the metal wall that once encased the weapon, he would probably be flopped over, bleeding out on the deck. And of all the things to think about while he’s still half-awake, it’s that? When he could literally be thinking about anything else? Dying is pretty weird, he thinks, and he exhales softly, something like a laugh.
Or maybe he finally managed to pass out. Maybe he’s dreaming. Maybe he’s in his death throes and thinking of her. Wouldn’t that be nice? Because he heard her voice just then, and it’s the sweetest sound in the whole fucking universe.
We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?
And it reminds him of the first time they had gotten separated like this, how panicked he was when he lost her and how terrified he was when she was hurt. It was during that shitty job that he realized how important she was to him, when he started feeling the first inklings of an emotion stronger than like.
His head tips minutely to where he imagined he heard her, and without careful watching, it would be as if he hadn’t moved at all. He doesn’t open his eyes, though, because if he opens his eyes then the dream will fade away.
When he finally gathers the energy to speak, his words slur together, and his voice is muffled by his mask, barely more than a mumble. ]
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Or maybe he finally managed to pass out. Maybe he’s dreaming. Maybe he’s in his death throes and thinking of her. Wouldn’t that be nice? Because he heard her voice just then, and it’s the sweetest sound in the whole fucking universe.
We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?
And it reminds him of the first time they had gotten separated like this, how panicked he was when he lost her and how terrified he was when she was hurt. It was during that shitty job that he realized how important she was to him, when he started feeling the first inklings of an emotion stronger than like.
His head tips minutely to where he imagined he heard her, and without careful watching, it would be as if he hadn’t moved at all. He doesn’t open his eyes, though, because if he opens his eyes then the dream will fade away.
When he finally gathers the energy to speak, his words slur together, and his voice is muffled by his mask, barely more than a mumble. ]
Couple’a scared idiots. Perfect f’r each other.