[He hears her coming long before she arrives. It's instinct now, more than perception. His senses are not only well aware of her presence but trained on it, trained to know where she is at almost all times.
He isn't going to lose her. He isn't. More than a promise, that's a fact. The only way he is going to be losing someone else (the only person left) is over his dead body. He knows that they are walking towards what could possibly be their end, but they have a purpose, an objective, and if he is going down, he'd rather it be for a reason. She thinks the same and he respects that.
Because, yeah, this could end with both of them dead. But it could also end with both of them alive and with their friends back, rescued from WICKED's claws as they burned the whole thing down from the very core. If he doesn't hope for that, if he doesn't stay focused on it, it will be their end.
He needs a reason to keep going.
He looks at her, from the corner of his eyes, as she stands next to him. And, when she leans on him, he moves an arm, carefully, around her back, giving the horizon one last glance before fully turning towards her. Leaning his back against the window's side, he rests his other hand on her back as well, eyes not leaving hers.]
I found you a can of peaches, earlier. [Just one, mind. Yet, he knows she likes it.] It's in my bag.
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He isn't going to lose her. He isn't. More than a promise, that's a fact. The only way he is going to be losing someone else (the only person left) is over his dead body. He knows that they are walking towards what could possibly be their end, but they have a purpose, an objective, and if he is going down, he'd rather it be for a reason. She thinks the same and he respects that.
Because, yeah, this could end with both of them dead. But it could also end with both of them alive and with their friends back, rescued from WICKED's claws as they burned the whole thing down from the very core. If he doesn't hope for that, if he doesn't stay focused on it, it will be their end.
He needs a reason to keep going.
He looks at her, from the corner of his eyes, as she stands next to him. And, when she leans on him, he moves an arm, carefully, around her back, giving the horizon one last glance before fully turning towards her. Leaning his back against the window's side, he rests his other hand on her back as well, eyes not leaving hers.]
I found you a can of peaches, earlier. [Just one, mind. Yet, he knows she likes it.] It's in my bag.