He catches her wrist and stares at her for a long, long moment. He trusts her, but God damn he doesn't want to be left like this. He's being left behind — again (again?) — and God fucking knows what's going to happen to him this time. But she's always known better, always been some sort of guiding light.
He lets go. "Okay." It's flat, small, and upset. He goes to grab his helmet and pulls it back on. "I'll see you around, Tex."
She lowers her arm when he lets go and watches him put on the helmet. She hates his tone of voice. "As soon as I can," she says. "I'll be back." That's a promise, and she says it firmly.
"Yeah, sure thing," he says, glancing around the room - almost avoiding her gaze.
"I uh - Yeah. I'll try not to get myself killed out here. Y'know without... you protecting me. Ha, it's a joke. Because you're..." He coughs. Way to make a sad situation into an awkward one. Whatever. Takes the sting off, anyway. "Yeah."
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He lets go. "Okay." It's flat, small, and upset. He goes to grab his helmet and pulls it back on. "I'll see you around, Tex."
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"I uh - Yeah. I'll try not to get myself killed out here. Y'know without... you protecting me. Ha, it's a joke. Because you're..." He coughs. Way to make a sad situation into an awkward one. Whatever. Takes the sting off, anyway. "Yeah."
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