卐 ⟶ oceanic optics still open & alert at four in the morning wasn’t
abnormal for the solider, insomnia & the need to be vigilant
still carrying themselves over as permanent traits even within
his amnesia-ridden state of being; yet - that didn’t mean he
expected the sudden CRASH that came from declan’s room,
frame that had been nestled upon the couch as a place of
residence until he figured something out scurrying upwards
in frantic motion. why? perhaps it was a sense of protective-
ness that the hydra-made wasn’t aware he needed to keep
suppressed, maybe it was internal concern and instinct that
he could be the one under attack, yet as physique hovered
by the other man’s doorway, oceanic hues glancing curiously
over the mess upon flooring, gut told him there was a STORY
here that was far away from the previous worries his mind
had frazzled over.