Right. Wyatt's movement has Hawkeye sobering up, small as it had been. There's a brief moment when he recalls seconds ago when he'd felt so lost and done for. His stomach growls and Hawkeye thinks it's partly because the rest of him is slowly coming back to life after the scare. Lucky guy. Had a spear. Had a cheesy mustache. It must be so easy to have an upper hand on him. --Hawk's hands go up to scrub at his face. If his gut got run through by the spear, at least that tickle of sweat running down his face won't interrupt the glory.
Hawkeye entertains the idea of making a run for it. His eyes wander past the fella in front of him, to the jungle he'd just come from and what stretches on beyond it. He mulls over what to say before he decides on, "Well you'd better thank your drawl and bits that I can tell you from Eve." And he turns his attention back to the man.
And he just kind of stares at the hand offered to him, like he doesn't know what to do with it. He steps back. He chuckles breathlessly. He stretches out his left and is painfully flimsy in his hold but that was kind of on purpose.
Figures he wouldn't be the only actor in the mad house.
He mumbles I was dancin' with my darlin' in tune, out of a fit of need to hoard association. Stars and chopper pilots and the stalest popcorn ever to be thrown at sorry bodies. He realizes he's lost himself. Realizes he had to return. "Uh," he starts, because he'd just been told he's shaking hands with his would've-been killer Wyatt Earp. "Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce." And at least that had been steady and clear. Hawkeye half way regrets having such a sorry hold. "I'm a doctor." As if that'd make it better, as if it was a save. "And call me Hawkeye."
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Hawkeye entertains the idea of making a run for it. His eyes wander past the fella in front of him, to the jungle he'd just come from and what stretches on beyond it. He mulls over what to say before he decides on, "Well you'd better thank your drawl and bits that I can tell you from Eve." And he turns his attention back to the man.
And he just kind of stares at the hand offered to him, like he doesn't know what to do with it. He steps back. He chuckles breathlessly. He stretches out his left and is painfully flimsy in his hold but that was kind of on purpose.
Figures he wouldn't be the only actor in the mad house.
He mumbles I was dancin' with my darlin' in tune, out of a fit of need to hoard association. Stars and chopper pilots and the stalest popcorn ever to be thrown at sorry bodies. He realizes he's lost himself. Realizes he had to return. "Uh," he starts, because he'd just been told he's shaking hands with his would've-been killer Wyatt Earp. "Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce." And at least that had been steady and clear. Hawkeye half way regrets having such a sorry hold. "I'm a doctor." As if that'd make it better, as if it was a save. "And call me Hawkeye."