I still not understand how the cold didn't kill him, I suppose that it had to do with the whole super-serum thing. I wonder if he would talk about it.
[ Five's curious, it's in his nature, so he wants to know the details. The world is lucky that Steve Rogers is on the side of the Angels because if the Commission grabbed hold of him or he just decided that Humanity wasn't worth it, they would all be screwed.
It's another thought that makes something cold and unpleasant settle in his stomach. The reminder that, as it happened to them, making someone cause harm only takes a hard push in the wrong direction. And then people keep dying no matter how hard you try to amke things right. The shaking of Five's hand has spread to the rest of his body but he holds onto his other self's tight when he heard the sobs. He's not doing any better, only managing to be slightly quieter in his crying but feeling cold all over as tears run down his all too warm cheeks. When was the last time they let it all out since they first time traveled? Did they ever do that? Maybe this is a breakdown
He doesn't know for how long they cling to each other, the shadows around them get darker as they hug, but at some point, Five starts to draw small, comforting circles on the other's back. He remembers vaguely that Grace used to do that when they were very little and got sick, and while it might not take the pain away, it did help. After one last shaky breath, Five pulls away slightly to give his twin a tired smile, his fringe a mess. God, they really needed that. ]
eVeRyThInG iS fInE...sob
[ Five's curious, it's in his nature, so he wants to know the details. The world is lucky that Steve Rogers is on the side of the Angels because if the Commission grabbed hold of him or he just decided that Humanity wasn't worth it, they would all be screwed.
It's another thought that makes something cold and unpleasant settle in his stomach. The reminder that, as it happened to them, making someone cause harm only takes a hard push in the wrong direction. And then people keep dying no matter how hard you try to amke things right. The shaking of Five's hand has spread to the rest of his body but he holds onto his other self's tight when he heard the sobs. He's not doing any better, only managing to be slightly quieter in his crying but feeling cold all over as tears run down his all too warm cheeks. When was the last time they let it all out since they first time traveled? Did they ever do that? Maybe this is a breakdown
He doesn't know for how long they cling to each other, the shadows around them get darker as they hug, but at some point, Five starts to draw small, comforting circles on the other's back. He remembers vaguely that Grace used to do that when they were very little and got sick, and while it might not take the pain away, it did help. After one last shaky breath, Five pulls away slightly to give his twin a tired smile, his fringe a mess. God, they really needed that. ]
Better...?