[ joke's on her because this is his okay. but he's working on at least looking like he has it together. even if he sincerely never does. her being okay, or at least saying she is, goes a long way towards bringing him down another notch. ]
Yeah, sweetheart, I'm okay. [ he doesn't notice the slip, his eyes watching intently as they move through the corridors. each turn looks the same, and he glances behind them a moment, trying to remember the way they came. his fist clenches in muscle memory, feeling a gun in his hand that isn't there. as long as she's okay, he'll get there, he thinks. ]
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Yeah, sweetheart, I'm okay. [ he doesn't notice the slip, his eyes watching intently as they move through the corridors. each turn looks the same, and he glances behind them a moment, trying to remember the way they came. his fist clenches in muscle memory, feeling a gun in his hand that isn't there. as long as she's okay, he'll get there, he thinks. ]