But he makes sure to grab the drink bottle again for Jedao before he leads the way to the elevator; inside which is already thrumming gently from the vibrations lower down, and by the time they step out it's tangible in the floor, and Eiffel grimaces at the bass thrumming.
"Ugh, you can feel that in the goddamn bone," he mutters, rubbing his jaw with his free hand as he moves towards the engine.
"She's panting like a dog," Jedao murmurs, his hand trailing along the wall as if to soothe the barge itself. He doesn't know why he said that, either, since he doesn't know anything about dogs.
"I hear a dog hawking up a lung like this, I'm calling the ASPCA," he mumbles, falling in half a step behind Jedao on sheer autopilot. "When I made noises like this I needed a hole popped in my lung."
"I'm not-" He looks faintly offended, under the thick top layer of guilt. "I'm not being mean, I'm worried. I've- I know she's not the same as Hera, but I've seen Hera pull stunts like this and it was bad for her."
He brushes a hand on the wall between two cabins, apologetically.
"And I'm not gonna make you," he assures quickly. "But right now, I'm still the guy who knows it best besides you. Or maybe Xigbar. You'll have plenty of options when we're clear of imminent doom and destruction."
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But he makes sure to grab the drink bottle again for Jedao before he leads the way to the elevator; inside which is already thrumming gently from the vibrations lower down, and by the time they step out it's tangible in the floor, and Eiffel grimaces at the bass thrumming.
"Ugh, you can feel that in the goddamn bone," he mutters, rubbing his jaw with his free hand as he moves towards the engine.
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He brushes a hand on the wall between two cabins, apologetically.
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They get to the door and he touches the red light with careful fingertips. It's a little bit warm, but he doesn't feel -
Hello? Barge? Are you okay?
She never answers him in words, like Revenant did, but he can feel her trying.
"I think this is from...them, not her. It doesn't feel like - distress. It feels more like...flagged for inspection, not Help I'm Broken."
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They're not fine. But denial and bravado are a lot easier than facing the reality he is acutely aware of.
"Let's just give it a quick look, see how her indigestion's going."
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