Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
A short chuckle escapes him at the reminder and he makes a show of casting a glance around for it. With any luck, Goose would dismantle it too. "I was including it in the good company," he jests, secretly delighted that he knows how to spook her should the need ever arise in the future. The repercussions of that choice might not be worth actually making it, he'd have to see how he felt in the moment if it ever arose.
The light moment is short-lived as she goes on to explain her ordeal of being channeled. He takes a bite, then another, actively working to keep his mouth full so he can hear her out and digest it instead of immediately, outwardly at least, rankle at the idea that she'd been yanked from her own affairs to help with a race. It's not fully helped though when she also seems to bristle at it. "In the ocean. For a race?" he scoffs, shaking his head. "The audacity. The thoughtlessness. The, the stupidity of that." His sigh is haggard as he tries to clamp down on it all with a grumble and a scowl tossed into the woods. "Thankfully it's only six seconds." Maybe wouldn't keep her safe from all risks, but usually took longer than that to drown. Not that evading death should be the only goal here.
Worse than hearing about what she went through though, is hearing how it's now affected her. His gaze lingers on her now, heavy with a disapproval that isn't meant for her. "No, that's impossible," he immediately refuses. The idea that she's just idling around for anyone's beck and call is insulting, she's got a godsdamned life to lead. "You have to sleep, for one. They have to plan better. And you're plenty capable, you're like the least useless person I know!" His grip has unknowingly tightened on his sandwich, ingredients squishing, and flame licks at the bread in small tongues that is turning it to toast.
The light moment is short-lived as she goes on to explain her ordeal of being channeled. He takes a bite, then another, actively working to keep his mouth full so he can hear her out and digest it instead of immediately, outwardly at least, rankle at the idea that she'd been yanked from her own affairs to help with a race. It's not fully helped though when she also seems to bristle at it. "In the ocean. For a race?" he scoffs, shaking his head. "The audacity. The thoughtlessness. The, the stupidity of that." His sigh is haggard as he tries to clamp down on it all with a grumble and a scowl tossed into the woods. "Thankfully it's only six seconds." Maybe wouldn't keep her safe from all risks, but usually took longer than that to drown. Not that evading death should be the only goal here.
Worse than hearing about what she went through though, is hearing how it's now affected her. His gaze lingers on her now, heavy with a disapproval that isn't meant for her. "No, that's impossible," he immediately refuses. The idea that she's just idling around for anyone's beck and call is insulting, she's got a godsdamned life to lead. "You have to sleep, for one. They have to plan better. And you're plenty capable, you're like the least useless person I know!" His grip has unknowingly tightened on his sandwich, ingredients squishing, and flame licks at the bread in small tongues that is turning it to toast.
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
