Yeah, that's definitely not an answer. But it's not like earlier; it's worse.
Because it's not to her, it's like he heard the question but then forgot she asked it. Forgot if it might not be serious. Or for him at all. But his voice is a brick truck of serious swerving. Shuttered by quick breaths and Jo doesn't need a face to know what first-stage not-going-to-hyperventilate sounds like. She's had it firsthand more times than she will ever admit to. Between that and the viciousness he's hitting the stone, Jo doesn't even check the stoplights before she's talking, walking straight over the fucking sudden weightlessness of the bonkers weird.
"Hey. Woah. Woah, there." Jo's hand lifts and almost goes out, instinctive, even as it stops in midair in that dark. It can't even be far from him. But she can't quite, beyond that, doesn't know enough to know if it'd be worse, even as she keeps talking. "Breathe. There's a way. There's no point to us being trapped in a two-foot cube until we die."
She does not need the guy with fucking black eyes, who can body slam her in less than a second, and keeps incredibly suspect things around in his (basement? Domain?), losing his shit in less breathing space than half an elevator.
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Because it's not to her, it's like he heard the question but then forgot she asked it. Forgot if it might not be serious. Or for him at all. But his voice is a brick truck of serious swerving. Shuttered by quick breaths and Jo doesn't need a face to know what first-stage not-going-to-hyperventilate sounds like. She's had it firsthand more times than she will ever admit to. Between that and the viciousness he's hitting the stone, Jo doesn't even check the stoplights before she's talking, walking straight over the fucking sudden weightlessness of the bonkers weird.
"Hey. Woah. Woah, there." Jo's hand lifts and almost goes out, instinctive, even as it stops in midair in that dark. It can't even be far from him. But she can't quite, beyond that, doesn't know enough to know if it'd be worse, even as she keeps talking. "Breathe. There's a way. There's no point to us being trapped in a two-foot cube until we die."
She does not need the guy with fucking black eyes, who can body slam her in less than a second, and keeps incredibly suspect things around in his (basement? Domain?), losing his shit in less breathing space than half an elevator.