[I'm glad, it says, as cold and unfluctuating as the flat blue of its sunken irises.
Connor isn't certain he believes that.
Still, the handgun he places to one side against a low section of collapsed shelving, only a step away, which leaves it well within reach should something go awry. He does not, as it rightly claims, need it to destroy an outdated resource; he subsequently will not rule out the possibility of deception, or assistance waiting for an opportunity to rescue Jericho's current leader from its own predetermined fate. He can retrieve this model, he can destroy it.
He cannot fail.]
I don't. [He agrees, tugging the cap from his head and loosing a handful of dark, messy curls that rush to tangle against his forehead. It highlights how the line of his stare drops towards Simon's chest. The coat. Its unmended gaps, left open and bared.]
Though it would be unpleasant for us both if I was forced to.
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Connor isn't certain he believes that.
Still, the handgun he places to one side against a low section of collapsed shelving, only a step away, which leaves it well within reach should something go awry. He does not, as it rightly claims, need it to destroy an outdated resource; he subsequently will not rule out the possibility of deception, or assistance waiting for an opportunity to rescue Jericho's current leader from its own predetermined fate. He can retrieve this model, he can destroy it.
He cannot fail.]
I don't. [He agrees, tugging the cap from his head and loosing a handful of dark, messy curls that rush to tangle against his forehead. It highlights how the line of his stare drops towards Simon's chest. The coat. Its unmended gaps, left open and bared.]
Though it would be unpleasant for us both if I was forced to.
[He does not emulate softness in that moment.]
What is it you want?