Hawkeye faltered, eyes pinning on something over Wyatt's shoulder, and his first thought - here in this steaming hell - was betrayal. That the man claimed to be a doctor, a caregiver not a murderer, meant very little when Wyatt could remember all to well what Grey's - he'd called himself a doctor too - knife had felt like buried in his guts.
He stiffened, a sharp tightening of muscle. Ready, willing, and more than prepared to defend himself... until the newcomer spoke and he eased as quickly as he'd tensed.
There was no one he trusted more at his back than Max.
"It's alright, Max," he replied, head tipping a fraction to the side and back so Max could hear him. "Jus' came up on a new tribute, an' was tryin' to explain some things for him."
He kept his eyes on Hawkeye, arching a brow at his statement. He recognized the innuendo by now, having heard it so often in the Capitol, but it meant little to him.
He was hardly shamed by what Max was to him. Whatever anyone else thought of it.
"Max, Hawkeye." His first two fingers uncurled from the staff of the spear, waving back and forth between them. "Hawkeye, Max."
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He stiffened, a sharp tightening of muscle. Ready, willing, and more than prepared to defend himself... until the newcomer spoke and he eased as quickly as he'd tensed.
There was no one he trusted more at his back than Max.
"It's alright, Max," he replied, head tipping a fraction to the side and back so Max could hear him. "Jus' came up on a new tribute, an' was tryin' to explain some things for him."
He kept his eyes on Hawkeye, arching a brow at his statement. He recognized the innuendo by now, having heard it so often in the Capitol, but it meant little to him.
He was hardly shamed by what Max was to him. Whatever anyone else thought of it.
"Max, Hawkeye." His first two fingers uncurled from the staff of the spear, waving back and forth between them. "Hawkeye, Max."