[The nudge takes him by surprise, but there’s a flicker of a grin when he looks back over at Hank. No small part of it is relief, to at least see the guy up and moving- talking even, especially after whatever had passed before. Is it a step in the right direction? He’s not sure, but he’s firmly of the belief that it can’t get worse. Hopefully. Maybe. Fuck it, he’ll take this as a good thing and try not to question it.]
“The great defenders of the last bastion of humanity. The wall against which the Darkness breaks.”
[He’s absolutely making air quotes,, and it’s hard to keep the laughter out of the statement. Miraculously, he manages to until the very end, but there’s another soft flickering of a grin as he lets himself list to the side so he can nudge Hank.]
Okay, I can’t even continue that. Way too formal.
[There’s something a little wistful in his tone though, and when he realizes it he immediately coughs to cover it. Then notices, out of the corner of his eye, a ghostly ball sailing over the safety railing at the edge of the plaza and the Titan who’s now racing towards it with no apparently no intention of stopping.]
Ittttttt-
[He throws an arm around Hank’s shoulders under the premise of leading him down the stairs to the main courtyard, making damn sure they’re facing away before the inevitable ‘guardian down’ filters through the air.]
Used to be, yeah. Remember those space rhinos I talked about?
[A cursory glance verifies that no, there’s no magic door down near the vaults- that would be too easy.]
They’re not too big on playing nice and they have big guns. Like, really big guns. But!
[He claps Hank’s shoulder, finally withdrawing his arm when they’re down the stairs.]
That doesn’t help find the door outta here. Which we definitely will, don’t get me wrong. I gotta say though…
[It’s been a hell of a time.]
I mean, all of this is only as real as we make it, right? ‘cause if that’s the case, I know a place where you can get a double that doesn’t taste like licking a tuna.
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“The great defenders of the last bastion of humanity. The wall against which the Darkness breaks.”
[He’s absolutely making air quotes,, and it’s hard to keep the laughter out of the statement. Miraculously, he manages to until the very end, but there’s another soft flickering of a grin as he lets himself list to the side so he can nudge Hank.]
Okay, I can’t even continue that. Way too formal.
[There’s something a little wistful in his tone though, and when he realizes it he immediately coughs to cover it. Then notices, out of the corner of his eye, a ghostly ball sailing over the safety railing at the edge of the plaza and the Titan who’s now racing towards it with no apparently no intention of stopping.]
Ittttttt-
[He throws an arm around Hank’s shoulders under the premise of leading him down the stairs to the main courtyard, making damn sure they’re facing away before the inevitable ‘guardian down’ filters through the air.]
Used to be, yeah. Remember those space rhinos I talked about?
[A cursory glance verifies that no, there’s no magic door down near the vaults- that would be too easy.]
They’re not too big on playing nice and they have big guns. Like, really big guns. But!
[He claps Hank’s shoulder, finally withdrawing his arm when they’re down the stairs.]
That doesn’t help find the door outta here. Which we definitely will, don’t get me wrong. I gotta say though…
[It’s been a hell of a time.]
I mean, all of this is only as real as we make it, right? ‘cause if that’s the case, I know a place where you can get a double that doesn’t taste like licking a tuna.