He doesn't know if he's trying to convince her or convince himself but he says it anyway, even if everything about the way he moves, the way he speaks, says differently. But the weight of her beside him is comforting in it's own right, familiar in a way that doesn't nod to the war, to Vietnam.
He fidgets with his hands in his lap, wringing fingers together, trying to work up some semblance of tired courage from deep within his chest. "No hospitals, please." Closing his eyes tightly, he tries to block out all the white noise, tries to bring his brain to a slow stop instead of letting it rapid misfire.
"Those assholes took me, thinking Five would come after me." He snorts at the idea and shakes his head. "I told them they were wrong, of course, but it wasn't like I was going to lead them right to you. But then this bad ass lady police officer rolled in, cut me loose, but things get a little hairy from there."
He scrubs his hands over his face, feeling his heart rate ratchet up in his chest. "They had this briefcase they kept talking about, so I stole it. Made out like a bandit with it through the air vent. Real tricky, but lucky me, I wasn't wearing any clothes." His voice trills up at the comment and he waves his hands in the air, as though it's all some big spectacle. "Thought there might be something good in it. Money, blackmail, who knows. But when I opened it... I— I went somewhere. Pulled a Five and just fucked off into another decade and have no idea how or why."
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He doesn't know if he's trying to convince her or convince himself but he says it anyway, even if everything about the way he moves, the way he speaks, says differently. But the weight of her beside him is comforting in it's own right, familiar in a way that doesn't nod to the war, to Vietnam.
He fidgets with his hands in his lap, wringing fingers together, trying to work up some semblance of tired courage from deep within his chest. "No hospitals, please." Closing his eyes tightly, he tries to block out all the white noise, tries to bring his brain to a slow stop instead of letting it rapid misfire.
"Those assholes took me, thinking Five would come after me." He snorts at the idea and shakes his head. "I told them they were wrong, of course, but it wasn't like I was going to lead them right to you. But then this bad ass lady police officer rolled in, cut me loose, but things get a little hairy from there."
He scrubs his hands over his face, feeling his heart rate ratchet up in his chest. "They had this briefcase they kept talking about, so I stole it. Made out like a bandit with it through the air vent. Real tricky, but lucky me, I wasn't wearing any clothes." His voice trills up at the comment and he waves his hands in the air, as though it's all some big spectacle. "Thought there might be something good in it. Money, blackmail, who knows. But when I opened it... I— I went somewhere. Pulled a Five and just fucked off into another decade and have no idea how or why."