Shit. [ She's bleeding, bad, and for a split second it feels like another moment entirely, blood pooling out across the worn floor of Pree's bar — not here, not now. Right now it's Rey, scrabbling helplessly at the air and her own chest. There's a flash of confused anger in his expression at the order to run. He understands. He'd say the exact same thing, and he's aware enough to shoot a quick glance over his shoulder towards the building, checking for soldiers, and then he's hauling himself up over the edge of the dumpster with a groan of metal.
There's no real traction in the bags and filth, and he sinks awkwardly into the trash next to her without bothering to get better footing. He isn't running. He isn't going to pick her up, either. Instead Johnny frantically yanks the gloves off his hands and lets them drop. One hand seeks out hers; the other slips under the collar of her jacket, trying to get skin contact. He doesn't know if that even matters. He hasn't tested it enough yet, but now isn't the time to find out.
The blue light kindles out of sight, buried beneath tactical vests and dark layers. The empathy bond sparks to life with it. The surge of fear and worry's first, parallel to cold, hard control, trying to keep his focus. ] I've got you. Just— hold on.
[ Doubt, too. It's an icy thread, rising up as he waits for his power to kick in. It takes a few seconds. Then it's there, a sharp twist in his chest. It builds, frustratingly slow, white hot pain setting up house at a leisurely pace. It won't feel much better on her end. Hot, more than anything. Like cauterizing a wound, nerves fraying before they can mend. ]
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There's no real traction in the bags and filth, and he sinks awkwardly into the trash next to her without bothering to get better footing. He isn't running. He isn't going to pick her up, either. Instead Johnny frantically yanks the gloves off his hands and lets them drop. One hand seeks out hers; the other slips under the collar of her jacket, trying to get skin contact. He doesn't know if that even matters. He hasn't tested it enough yet, but now isn't the time to find out.
The blue light kindles out of sight, buried beneath tactical vests and dark layers. The empathy bond sparks to life with it. The surge of fear and worry's first, parallel to cold, hard control, trying to keep his focus. ] I've got you. Just— hold on.
[ Doubt, too. It's an icy thread, rising up as he waits for his power to kick in. It takes a few seconds. Then it's there, a sharp twist in his chest. It builds, frustratingly slow, white hot pain setting up house at a leisurely pace. It won't feel much better on her end. Hot, more than anything. Like cauterizing a wound, nerves fraying before they can mend. ]