[ He hears something in her voice, something — it stops the movement of his hands, and despite the water lapping at his shoulders, he turns his head to try and meet her eyes, to hold steady. ]
He will or he won't. But we got us.
[ Even to his own ears, even with the general I'm just here existing state of mind he inhabits daily, those words sound a little — less than encouraging. But it's all he knows. And he trusts in the two of them right now, while they're still here, and have an ability to control something about this situation.
Even if that means trying to tug on or break glass that doesn't have a chance in hell of budging. He sure hopes the guy comes back, though. And it's proving to be useless to find anything at all beneath the water, so Amos stands again, moves closer to her. For a moment, he reaches out to rest his hands on her shoulders, like maybe that could offer — something. What, he doesn't know exactly, it's just the way she's talking, the way she's holding that binder like it's a lifeline. It's a thought then, to ask more about — not Vermont, nah, it's New York that's home, she said. So he thinks about asking, in a minute, he'll come back to it.
Before he can say or do anything else, though, he glances around, just looking for anything at all that he might have missed, and as his eyes drift up, he sees those shadows, too. It's not normal, that's clear pretty quick, but what —
Suddenly there's a sound near the doors. It's almost faint, almost easy to miss with the rain and the water, but it's like a groaning sound, then a few mechanical clicks. What they don't know immediately is the guy did get it unlocked. The doors are about to swing open, but those shadows start to swarm and now it feels like the water in the building is swirling like a current, like they're being pulled up, at the same time the doors finally swing open. ]
Shit. Hold on —
[ Instinct, at least, takes over, and those hands on her shoulders grip her tighter, attempting to pull her closer before either one of them gets yanked away from the other, up into the — the fucking sky? ]
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He will or he won't. But we got us.
[ Even to his own ears, even with the general I'm just here existing state of mind he inhabits daily, those words sound a little — less than encouraging. But it's all he knows. And he trusts in the two of them right now, while they're still here, and have an ability to control something about this situation.
Even if that means trying to tug on or break glass that doesn't have a chance in hell of budging. He sure hopes the guy comes back, though. And it's proving to be useless to find anything at all beneath the water, so Amos stands again, moves closer to her. For a moment, he reaches out to rest his hands on her shoulders, like maybe that could offer — something. What, he doesn't know exactly, it's just the way she's talking, the way she's holding that binder like it's a lifeline. It's a thought then, to ask more about — not Vermont, nah, it's New York that's home, she said. So he thinks about asking, in a minute, he'll come back to it.
Before he can say or do anything else, though, he glances around, just looking for anything at all that he might have missed, and as his eyes drift up, he sees those shadows, too. It's not normal, that's clear pretty quick, but what —
Suddenly there's a sound near the doors. It's almost faint, almost easy to miss with the rain and the water, but it's like a groaning sound, then a few mechanical clicks. What they don't know immediately is the guy did get it unlocked. The doors are about to swing open, but those shadows start to swarm and now it feels like the water in the building is swirling like a current, like they're being pulled up, at the same time the doors finally swing open. ]
Shit. Hold on —
[ Instinct, at least, takes over, and those hands on her shoulders grip her tighter, attempting to pull her closer before either one of them gets yanked away from the other, up into the — the fucking sky? ]