[silent nod. although he wanted to imagine some correlation came with it - those who only had to nap had far less useful powers, for instance - she had him in the mindset that fate alone decided it.]
[thus.]
Whenever you need... more, [slow, wariness lacing his tone and demeanor,] I don't mind. You can ask me.
[so he said now, but oh hell, did he mind. who wanted to give away blood? even as he spoke, he stood - swayed, vertigo rushing up - sat back down heavily, internal unease growing by far more than a few clicks.]
[a promise was a promise, though. he'd stick to the offer, if she took him up on it. her powers were more useful, she wouldn't take it if she didn't have to: that was all he needed to know to be willing.]
[Havoc would like to believe there was some correlation to it as well. But she'd seen that it wasn't. After all, the girl who had to nap had been one of her cell members in Heaven's Gate, and her electric abilities had been nothing to shake your head at. And with the CIA she knew a Contractor who had only done desk work- his payment too painful and the abilities too useless.
It was almost funny, if she had a sense of humor any longer.
But he offers, and she looks up at him sharply, trying to put surprise and gratitude in her eyes.]
Really- ?
[Replaced by worry when he tried to stand, putting thin hands on one of his knees.]
You should sit for a while- do you need anything? I can get it-
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[thus.]
Whenever you need... more, [slow, wariness lacing his tone and demeanor,] I don't mind. You can ask me.
[so he said now, but oh hell, did he mind. who wanted to give away blood? even as he spoke, he stood - swayed, vertigo rushing up - sat back down heavily, internal unease growing by far more than a few clicks.]
[a promise was a promise, though. he'd stick to the offer, if she took him up on it. her powers were more useful, she wouldn't take it if she didn't have to: that was all he needed to know to be willing.]
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It was almost funny, if she had a sense of humor any longer.
But he offers, and she looks up at him sharply, trying to put surprise and gratitude in her eyes.]
Really- ?
[Replaced by worry when he tried to stand, putting thin hands on one of his knees.]
You should sit for a while- do you need anything? I can get it-