[ Steve frowns at her at that, not in disapproval. He's always figured he experiences fear a little differently than most people. He's still plenty familiar with it, despite what some of them would have to say on the matter, but there's a certain fierce joy, at the very least, in facing it head on that he can't quite find in anything else.
Still, there are certain times when it's only a necessity, and the reward is loss or the sense of coming too close to it for comfort. The latter's familiar as far back as struggling to take full breaths over a bowl of steaming water heated on the stove, not sure he'd ever be able to. ]
Maybe because you know you'll get through it, then. [ He pauses, let's the wind rush past their ears and between them. ] It's called the Cyclone. What do you think?
[ Enough of the existential talk; he's more concerned with whether she's having fun here and now, dream or not. ]
no subject
Still, there are certain times when it's only a necessity, and the reward is loss or the sense of coming too close to it for comfort. The latter's familiar as far back as struggling to take full breaths over a bowl of steaming water heated on the stove, not sure he'd ever be able to. ]
Maybe because you know you'll get through it, then. [ He pauses, let's the wind rush past their ears and between them. ] It's called the Cyclone. What do you think?
[ Enough of the existential talk; he's more concerned with whether she's having fun here and now, dream or not. ]