[She jostles him out of being able to finish the full dose he had been aiming to take when she grabs him, making his stomach drop when he finally looks at her -- actually looks at her.
Something isn't quiet right, but he has bigger problems at hand. Either way, there is only an uncomfortable tightening in his arm without an attempt to yank it back. Not yet.]
I'll go back when I'm done down here.
[This time, he tries to pull his arm free. There's a few things scattered on the bed already, most of them pages torn from his various sketchbooks. Names. Star charts. Incomplete formulas. Stark's mask is among them.]
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Something isn't quiet right, but he has bigger problems at hand. Either way, there is only an uncomfortable tightening in his arm without an attempt to yank it back. Not yet.]
I'll go back when I'm done down here.
[This time, he tries to pull his arm free. There's a few things scattered on the bed already, most of them pages torn from his various sketchbooks. Names. Star charts. Incomplete formulas. Stark's mask is among them.]
You really should go back. You're uncomfortable.