an eyebrow raises behind the concealing glass of his aviators as he watches v more or less spiral into a full breakdown . course , he’s seen this before . at least a couple of times . but the longer they’re together the more it infultrates on his conscience and fucking hell he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let her cave him in , too . ❛ well shit , v , what the fuck am i supposed to do about it ? ❜ metal hand lifts , waved into the air between them , like he’s swatting away a fly or something . ❛ you’re the one who plugged me into your fucking brain to start with , dumbass move if you ask me . ❜ still , listening to v softening up a little , he can’t help but do the same . he doesn’t move much , other than to lift his glasses away from his face , so she knows he’s seeing her . because frankly , he kind of likes her , at least enough that he doesn’t want to see her dead . somehow , also enough that he doesn’t want to see her struggling , either . THEY’RE PARTNERS IN THIS , WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT . and he’s well aware he’s not the easiest guy to get on with . shit , he’d known that since he got back from the war . he leans forward slightly , towards her , arms rested on his knees . ❛ i don’t wanna be here anymore than you want me here , but this is the fucking realty of it , v . and it’s not changing any time soon . so maybe you wanna stop being so fucking sensitive . ❜ @mkoshi continued from here