[ there is a brief, breath of relief when silver confirms the unease settling beneath his skin. he thinks that's that, then. if they both feel this awful, then what reason is there to stick around? let alone go even further?
the whiplash from silver's determination to keep going nearly has oushi reeling back, off of his log. ]
Wait—
[ as hasty as he was to speak out again, he sure falls quiet pretty quickly after. back on his feet, hands fisted at his sides, he looks very much like he wants to argue the matter... and yet just can't quite seem to muster up the strength (the courage) to do so.
still, he doesn't let silver go, at least not yet. he works himself up to it, and though his voice doesn't retain the same kind of steadiness and volume as it had when he first called out, he at least gets the words out... and that ought to count for something, right? ]
If you really wanna go, I have to go with you.
[ i can't let you go alone.
his feet drag, his teeth grit. it's very clear he is fighting something innate to keep moving forward. ]
[ his brows furrow at the same time as he offers oushi a somewhat baffled smile — a reflex, more than anything, because the situation certainly gives very little to smile about. ]
You don't have to do anything. [ he shrugs, then, a casual movement as he lifts his hand, waves it a little towards where the trees grow closer together, where the air feels just a little more suffocating. ]
All this is... is my curiosity. [ he presses his lips together, purses them slightly, cants his head to the side. ] I want to see it for myself. If you don't, well, that's your decision.
[ there's something in oushi's eyes that looks as if he'd like to argue more fervently; but in the same second he seems to release it, as if there simply isn't any more room in his body for even more tension. ]
No, [ he agrees. he doesn't want to see, or experience any of this. however. however... ] But it's my choice to stick with you.
[ he shrugs, too, as if to say, so that's that. he wills his feet to move and fortunately they listen; soon enough he's trudging past silver to walk right past those cluster of trees. ]
[ and there he goes. silver hisses — a low sound, sharper than what his tongue against his teeth should be able to make — and then follows suit, his gait uneven. ]
Yes, alright, that is true. And I am grateful that you're coming with me, I really am... it's funny, isn't it? That this feels better when you're not doing it alone. I suppose the Patho-Gen weren't lying about that part.
[ don't mind him as he rambles, following after oushi. ]
[ the hissing draws oushi's immediate attention — perhaps a sound most would not have picked up on, amidst the cacophony of nature at night, but it carries and he catches it, forcing his head to snap back towards the other man with a look that borders between surprise and suspicion.
it's not a look he lets linger. or rather, not one he allows the other to see for too long. he's turning to face forward before too long, but there is a set in his shoulders that is too straight not to be anything but tense.
the hiss, for all that it might have been unintentional, unfortunately sets him on an edge he'd already been dancing towards. there is a bitter, coiling thing in his gut that tells him it's not safe to stay — an instinct that becomes at war with that strange sort of ease silver himself just speaks about. ]
Is it funny? [ he knows silver doesn't actually want to laugh about the situation. ] Feels fucked up to me.
[ he glances around; suddenly the sounds of the woods are too loud, too everywhere. ]
Doesn't it make you wonder how much of anything you feel is even real?
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the whiplash from silver's determination to keep going nearly has oushi reeling back, off of his log. ]
Wait—
[ as hasty as he was to speak out again, he sure falls quiet pretty quickly after. back on his feet, hands fisted at his sides, he looks very much like he wants to argue the matter... and yet just can't quite seem to muster up the strength (the courage) to do so.
still, he doesn't let silver go, at least not yet. he works himself up to it, and though his voice doesn't retain the same kind of steadiness and volume as it had when he first called out, he at least gets the words out... and that ought to count for something, right? ]
If you really wanna go, I have to go with you.
[ i can't let you go alone.
his feet drag, his teeth grit. it's very clear he is fighting something innate to keep moving forward. ]
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[ his brows furrow at the same time as he offers oushi a somewhat baffled smile — a reflex, more than anything, because the situation certainly gives very little to smile about. ]
You don't have to do anything. [ he shrugs, then, a casual movement as he lifts his hand, waves it a little towards where the trees grow closer together, where the air feels just a little more suffocating. ]
All this is... is my curiosity. [ he presses his lips together, purses them slightly, cants his head to the side. ] I want to see it for myself. If you don't, well, that's your decision.
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No, [ he agrees. he doesn't want to see, or experience any of this. however. however... ] But it's my choice to stick with you.
[ he shrugs, too, as if to say, so that's that. he wills his feet to move and fortunately they listen; soon enough he's trudging past silver to walk right past those cluster of trees. ]
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Yes, alright, that is true. And I am grateful that you're coming with me, I really am... it's funny, isn't it? That this feels better when you're not doing it alone. I suppose the Patho-Gen weren't lying about that part.
[ don't mind him as he rambles, following after oushi. ]
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it's not a look he lets linger. or rather, not one he allows the other to see for too long. he's turning to face forward before too long, but there is a set in his shoulders that is too straight not to be anything but tense.
the hiss, for all that it might have been unintentional, unfortunately sets him on an edge he'd already been dancing towards. there is a bitter, coiling thing in his gut that tells him it's not safe to stay — an instinct that becomes at war with that strange sort of ease silver himself just speaks about. ]
Is it funny? [ he knows silver doesn't actually want to laugh about the situation. ] Feels fucked up to me.
[ he glances around; suddenly the sounds of the woods are too loud, too everywhere. ]
Doesn't it make you wonder how much of anything you feel is even real?