[ strangely, Herc feels like he's walking on eggshells, like he's been thrown into a crossfire and left utterly unarmed. like he's facing off Leatherback and their Jaeger is immobile. discomfort has him rock onto the balls of his feet, then settle again. he recognizes he's fidgeting and forces himself to stop. to refocus himself he turns his gaze toward her, the briefest of glances before looking back out. it makes it less about him, just that glance; has him return his attention to the girl who's approached him with an abstract question.
because this isn't about Chuck. ]
Ahead as we'll ever be.
[ he finally concedes, and tucks his hands back into his pockets. ]
( i x : d 1 : late night )
because this isn't about Chuck. ]
Ahead as we'll ever be.
[ he finally concedes, and tucks his hands back into his pockets. ]