[ It's not that big a space, the safehouse. It's a lack of privacy that brought them from the safehouse under the garage to where they are now, and it's a lack of privacy that drifts Stephen closer to the dormitory and the exit beyond after heading out from his perch in the medical room to heat some tea when he hears a conversation start to get a little heated.
It's that lack of privacy that puts him in view of the hand in a jacket and the knife in a hand, the thrust of impact and glow of blue as everything goes rapidly wrong. ]
Jason.
[ It's firm, direct, just barely the spoken side of a shout, but he's stalking across the space between them, and by the time he's there the two are already apart. His response is automatic: a barrier of his body between the Jason he knows and the - Jason, he doesn't. His hand out behind him, forbidding further action. His body facing the obviously injured party, expression a stern mask. ]
No. Not down here.
[ It's a warning for both of them, but he delivers it directly to the young man he doesn't know yet, because the other should already know better. And, he hopes, won't need telling twice. ]
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It's that lack of privacy that puts him in view of the hand in a jacket and the knife in a hand, the thrust of impact and glow of blue as everything goes rapidly wrong. ]
Jason.
[ It's firm, direct, just barely the spoken side of a shout, but he's stalking across the space between them, and by the time he's there the two are already apart. His response is automatic: a barrier of his body between the Jason he knows and the - Jason, he doesn't. His hand out behind him, forbidding further action. His body facing the obviously injured party, expression a stern mask. ]
No. Not down here.
[ It's a warning for both of them, but he delivers it directly to the young man he doesn't know yet, because the other should already know better. And, he hopes, won't need telling twice. ]