Yeah, yeah, of course. [ Maybe he sounds a little over-eager, but he knows Marc well enough to know that if he doesn't sound like he can handle it he won't get control of the body. Won't be able to force him to take a breather. This was much easier. Swallowing he tries to ease things over as fluidly as he can, a slow tide filling up the room rather than a sudden wave crashing against his mind. It takes him a little to orient himself, even co-fronting it felt odd to have all the limbs under his control again.
It reminds him to keep his breathing measured at least. If he can drag that ability to choke stress down into the body it might help both of them. His fingers fumble briefly before he pulls back from the car, standing straight again. He palms over his body thoughtfully, finding the keys again, scowling a little at the smell of tobacco and cologne he knows isn't his or Marc's in the collar of the coat.
Their legs feel so stiff and he stretches a little before pushing around to the side of the car, prying the door open now that they know which keys to use. Sliding into the seat and snapped the door closed behind him. Even just being out of the light wind helps a little. Everything feels swollen with the cold and he hates the tingle that crawls along his skin. Two-thirds of a tank. They must have refilled on the way to the base; that meant there was probably some place at least close enough for them to drive to.
He shoves the key into the ignition, pressing the break and listening to the way it chokes against the cold. Sputters and groans before rumbling to life, the soft vibration filling him with a flood of relief. He snaps the heater off, for the time being, turning all the dials as high as they can get, rubbing his hands together while he waits for the engine to warm up enough to provide actual heat through the vents and not just whispers of cold air. ] Couldn't he have at least got us kidnapped somewhere warmer? Sheesh.
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It reminds him to keep his breathing measured at least. If he can drag that ability to choke stress down into the body it might help both of them. His fingers fumble briefly before he pulls back from the car, standing straight again. He palms over his body thoughtfully, finding the keys again, scowling a little at the smell of tobacco and cologne he knows isn't his or Marc's in the collar of the coat.
Their legs feel so stiff and he stretches a little before pushing around to the side of the car, prying the door open now that they know which keys to use. Sliding into the seat and snapped the door closed behind him. Even just being out of the light wind helps a little. Everything feels swollen with the cold and he hates the tingle that crawls along his skin. Two-thirds of a tank. They must have refilled on the way to the base; that meant there was probably some place at least close enough for them to drive to.
He shoves the key into the ignition, pressing the break and listening to the way it chokes against the cold. Sputters and groans before rumbling to life, the soft vibration filling him with a flood of relief. He snaps the heater off, for the time being, turning all the dials as high as they can get, rubbing his hands together while he waits for the engine to warm up enough to provide actual heat through the vents and not just whispers of cold air. ] Couldn't he have at least got us kidnapped somewhere warmer? Sheesh.