09-21-2014, 03:59 PM
Together, they left the house proper and hid in a space across the street and near his bike. Jensen kept a tight hold on the thrashing violence of the Gift, until its powers subsided to still waters calmed after the storm. It gave him a bright eyed view of the street and broken window.
They'd not spoken since crossing the street, and Jensen was wary of the larger man during the awkward silence. He'd kept his helmet on throughout the duration of their interaction. The sweat under his bike suit stuck his clothes to his skin, so the cold was welcome. He was eager to push up the visor and let his eyes breathe cold air, but he held his identity close to his chest. Particularly when in the company of another American.
For now, there wasn't time to talk about their respective motivations. Sirens wailed in the distance and they needed to leave. "This is my bike,"
he said as he got on and steadied it upright.
He twisted and pat the seat behind him. "Come on. I'll drop you somewhere. We can't get far without getting you a helmet, but at least out of the neighborhood."
Sirens grew closer, and Jensen swallowed. They needed to be gone.
They'd not spoken since crossing the street, and Jensen was wary of the larger man during the awkward silence. He'd kept his helmet on throughout the duration of their interaction. The sweat under his bike suit stuck his clothes to his skin, so the cold was welcome. He was eager to push up the visor and let his eyes breathe cold air, but he held his identity close to his chest. Particularly when in the company of another American.
For now, there wasn't time to talk about their respective motivations. Sirens wailed in the distance and they needed to leave. "This is my bike,"
he said as he got on and steadied it upright.
He twisted and pat the seat behind him. "Come on. I'll drop you somewhere. We can't get far without getting you a helmet, but at least out of the neighborhood."
Sirens grew closer, and Jensen swallowed. They needed to be gone.