i would have bled out if you told me you liked the color red
Glas wasn’t any of those things. Not the stoic brawn most people thought of when they thought of Halo. Not the ones stories were told about, fighting off cannibals and surviving the snows after how long with little food or water. He wasn’t a hunter either. Just a crafter, that was it, and that was all. So he listens to the quips, the translations from Loren what Korbin says, focusing on his task with all that he can muster. He’s surprised when Korbin picks him to be near and help shovel, but he doesn’t complain. Just offers another quiet nod, feeling relatively out of the loop.
But he pauses when he’s addressed, glancing over toward Loren when he suggests Weaver and him could work to focus on the foundation, bobbing his head lightly in agreement, handing off the shovel to Korbin should he want it, before moving to the other supplies brought and begins to form the foundation, keeping his gaze away from Weaver and internally wondering what she might be thinking to get stuck with a companion like him for this task.
Glas begins to lay out the foundation!
But he pauses when he’s addressed, glancing over toward Loren when he suggests Weaver and him could work to focus on the foundation, bobbing his head lightly in agreement, handing off the shovel to Korbin should he want it, before moving to the other supplies brought and begins to form the foundation, keeping his gaze away from Weaver and internally wondering what she might be thinking to get stuck with a companion like him for this task.
Glas begins to lay out the foundation!
GLAS
