[ The way she snaps at him makes him flinch a little – the memory of being flung into an array of display panels still sits fresh in his mind, even if he's a month past that. Mantis had helped him fish the shards out of his hair.
He can't help it – he's tense as she approaches, and his expression is still that exciting cocktail of confusion and wariness and a brittle, disbelieving hope. Neither can he help the way he rocks back as she approaches, even as he bears the way she studies him just as closely as he's studying her. ]
Just— hold on.
[ It's another croak, and his mind is racing, screeching. There are about a million questions zinging around in there, admittedly, chief among them are How? and Why? and What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
Apparently, the abduction he can handle. It's seeing ghosts that he can't.
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He can't help it – he's tense as she approaches, and his expression is still that exciting cocktail of confusion and wariness and a brittle, disbelieving hope. Neither can he help the way he rocks back as she approaches, even as he bears the way she studies him just as closely as he's studying her. ]
Just— hold on.
[ It's another croak, and his mind is racing, screeching. There are about a million questions zinging around in there, admittedly, chief among them are How? and Why? and What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
Apparently, the abduction he can handle. It's seeing ghosts that he can't.
Mostly to himself, ]
What the fuck is happeningright now?