[ Amos. Hey — her voice, her hands at his sides first, then his chest. What she's trying to do (he thinks), it works for that fraction of a moment, keeps him from getting caught up in those shadows, the things he's been seeing in this room from the start, the way it's fucking with his head, and then — everything that's coming.
It'll come anyway, and it does. He almost covers her hand, in the way he thinks maybe he should, to acknowledge, to help her, too. But then everything just happens, and —
Guess you were right, he thinks, but doesn't say. The guy came back. Kinda.
Why the hell he thought if this guy actually did the thing and got the code entered, got them free, that things would just open up, simple as that, and they'd be able to get out of here. Why did he think even think that? Trapped in a flooded office that's shown him things he's been trying real damn hard to not even think about, things that no one and nothing should be able to know — why would anything that came next be normal?
Truthfully, he wasn't putting a lot of thought into what this would look like, exactly, if they did get rescued. Either they would die in here or get out. How exactly they would get from here to there — stepping back outside into that stormy night — he didn't care to think on, just figured he'd count them lucky for getting out at all.
But now, nothing just opens in a normal way, there's a whole thing now, where there's a not-small chance one or both of them might get sucked up into the goddamn sky, and he'd say he's at least a bit worried now. Not enough to convey much outwardly apart from an increased tension in his shoulders. His heart starts to pick up just a little, that feeling like they're on the edge of something and it's all about to break and if they don't hold tight enough to each other —
Alright, well, shit. Holding on to each other like hell is about all they've got for the seconds that tick by. He feels Karen shift her feet a little, and he does the same, trying to plant his legs more firmly, though he moves with her closer to the glass. He likes to think he's got a lot of strength, enough to keep her with him, but he doesn't entirely know what they're up against. It's a loud fury, everything all around them, and Amos' voice raises in return: ]
I got you!
[ Thing is, he knows she's got him, too. At least, as much as she can. She's a hell of a lot smaller than him, but he doesn't doubt for a second that she'll anchor with all her might. ]
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It'll come anyway, and it does. He almost covers her hand, in the way he thinks maybe he should, to acknowledge, to help her, too. But then everything just happens, and —
Guess you were right, he thinks, but doesn't say. The guy came back. Kinda.
Why the hell he thought if this guy actually did the thing and got the code entered, got them free, that things would just open up, simple as that, and they'd be able to get out of here. Why did he think even think that? Trapped in a flooded office that's shown him things he's been trying real damn hard to not even think about, things that no one and nothing should be able to know — why would anything that came next be normal?
Truthfully, he wasn't putting a lot of thought into what this would look like, exactly, if they did get rescued. Either they would die in here or get out. How exactly they would get from here to there — stepping back outside into that stormy night — he didn't care to think on, just figured he'd count them lucky for getting out at all.
But now, nothing just opens in a normal way, there's a whole thing now, where there's a not-small chance one or both of them might get sucked up into the goddamn sky, and he'd say he's at least a bit worried now. Not enough to convey much outwardly apart from an increased tension in his shoulders. His heart starts to pick up just a little, that feeling like they're on the edge of something and it's all about to break and if they don't hold tight enough to each other —
Alright, well, shit. Holding on to each other like hell is about all they've got for the seconds that tick by. He feels Karen shift her feet a little, and he does the same, trying to plant his legs more firmly, though he moves with her closer to the glass. He likes to think he's got a lot of strength, enough to keep her with him, but he doesn't entirely know what they're up against. It's a loud fury, everything all around them, and Amos' voice raises in return: ]
I got you!
[ Thing is, he knows she's got him, too. At least, as much as she can. She's a hell of a lot smaller than him, but he doesn't doubt for a second that she'll anchor with all her might. ]