Fences. He hadn't seen wire, but for some reason the idea clicks. He motions-- he just moves a hand up and down, points from the ground to the sky and to the ground again and raises a brow as Maximus keeps explaining. Those things, the rods? Okay, he'd been spooked by those already. So he nods. Water-- well, looks like death would be nearer than he had supposed but oh well. He can't play God and Hawkeye nods again.
'Stay alive'- and he shoots the man a look. No, what a fascinating notion! Really?
He'd talk on. Say how any noise here was out of place to him simply be being. Say how the only lights covered in basic training were flares, and how he hadn't stayed awake during that particular lesson. Instead he keeps his trap shut- and, gee, Trap. If it were the two of them, maybe they'd be along as well as Maximus and Wyatt. So instead of rambling more than he had, he keeps quiet until the end and snakes a grin on his lips and says, "I know not everyone's as darling as you boys. I've been lucky." And the second sentence is so much more serious than the first, he almost feels the whiplash himself. "First fella I saw- I ran right into a snare he had set up. We didn't know what to do with each other." Much like he didn't know what to do with them, now. He wanted to stop talking, but. It was like he was cursed or something. "I helped bandage his leg and he let me go. I don't think I'll see him again but if I do, I hope he keeps his word because he said he wouldn't be the one to skewer me." And he hopes, faintly, they get where he's trying to go with this.
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'Stay alive'- and he shoots the man a look. No, what a fascinating notion! Really?
He'd talk on. Say how any noise here was out of place to him simply be being. Say how the only lights covered in basic training were flares, and how he hadn't stayed awake during that particular lesson. Instead he keeps his trap shut- and, gee, Trap. If it were the two of them, maybe they'd be along as well as Maximus and Wyatt. So instead of rambling more than he had, he keeps quiet until the end and snakes a grin on his lips and says, "I know not everyone's as darling as you boys. I've been lucky." And the second sentence is so much more serious than the first, he almost feels the whiplash himself. "First fella I saw- I ran right into a snare he had set up. We didn't know what to do with each other." Much like he didn't know what to do with them, now. He wanted to stop talking, but. It was like he was cursed or something. "I helped bandage his leg and he let me go. I don't think I'll see him again but if I do, I hope he keeps his word because he said he wouldn't be the one to skewer me." And he hopes, faintly, they get where he's trying to go with this.