He turned to Joel, watching him through tired eyes that Hawkeye remembered only just now were still sleepy. His grin had faded, been replaced by this sort of tedious look found on antsy schoolboys forced to sit at their desk for hours at a time. He felt heavy and, well, the excitement had started to die down, wasn't it? These were the introductions, and he was intruding.
When Ellie glanced back at him, he blinked the sleep off. Stood straighter, prouder. Shot the fella what he figured was a disarming little grin, but if anyone expected a handshake, they were wrong. Not from him, not now, not when his throat still hurt from the choke. "Or Pierce," he offered, deciding to keep the rank out of it. Joel wouldn't like the nonsense of his nickname. He gestured with one hand- a nonsensical little pattern traced through the air when he spoke. "Ellie here's talked about you a lot. She never told me anything about needing to bring along a muzzle, though."
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He turned to Joel, watching him through tired eyes that Hawkeye remembered only just now were still sleepy. His grin had faded, been replaced by this sort of tedious look found on antsy schoolboys forced to sit at their desk for hours at a time. He felt heavy and, well, the excitement had started to die down, wasn't it? These were the introductions, and he was intruding.
When Ellie glanced back at him, he blinked the sleep off. Stood straighter, prouder. Shot the fella what he figured was a disarming little grin, but if anyone expected a handshake, they were wrong. Not from him, not now, not when his throat still hurt from the choke. "Or Pierce," he offered, deciding to keep the rank out of it. Joel wouldn't like the nonsense of his nickname. He gestured with one hand- a nonsensical little pattern traced through the air when he spoke. "Ellie here's talked about you a lot. She never told me anything about needing to bring along a muzzle, though."