continued | @arkthompsons
no. no. no. this is not what leon had meant. they were going to burn themselves out. he was so exhausted from the consistent burnout. the comment about his brain still being active and functioning makes the blonde roll his eyes. it was like ark wanted leon to shove him over, that catty bitch. but ark wasn't necessarily wrong. the amount of concussions he'd actually received because of those motherfucking b.o.w.s was far too high in numbers.
" shut up, " he snarks back, laughing so that ark knows that he was joking. his point was for both of them to at least take shifts. they need to be able to both be in their peak performance. plus, he is exhausted. at some point leon's own drive of going, and going, and going, and going---- it would be the end of him. " hey hold on-- " and then leon's handed ark's jacket and he just sighs and closes his eyes. there's no use fighting ark, he's well aware of his best friend's attitude for well -- everything.
they need to make a plan, they're not being attacked now, but who's to say something couldn't be hot on their trail. even unbothered spaces can seem a bit uneasy for leon. like an animal backed into a corner. that's what he wants to avoid, especially with ark. ( he couldn't forgive himself if something happened to ark thompson. )
when leon takes the jacket, he just sits down on the ground and crosses his legs to be able to breathe. maybe not rest. when the blonde looks up at the other, he shakes his head. okay, this was not what he wanted to do. "what? no forehead kiss goodnight, " he teases, stretching his back as he looks at his own ammo count. " we've been literally running for maybe three full hours. taking a breath to calm down isn't going to kill us, ark. "
