03-30-2014, 01:01 AM
It seemed Connor was wrong sbout Aria. Now that she'd alerted her MIB bosses she seemed willing to go with them. Not that he blamed her. Blood soaked pants now drying in the cool of night had to be...uncomfortable was the only word that came to kind, though it had to be a serious understatement. Still, Connor was glad. Giovanni and Jensen were...unique already. But Jensen and Aria both seemed to hold keys to what he sought. And now that it looked like he would finally find out what happened to Hayden, he felt more at peace, willing to see where things went.
Funny how almost getting killed while helping a couple guys who could do magic and a badass MIB chick who kills a mist creature could get you out of the funk that had nearly overwhelmed you.
They all followed Jensen to the metro. Connor remembered how oppressive and closed the city felt. No open skies and endless vistas like home. Gradually, he had gotten used to the feeling of being enclosed by streets and buildings and tunnels, though he didn't like it. He missed the days of driving and seeing endless road and sky, mountains and mesas. He remembered just driving and talking to Hayden about nothing at all. Instead of tearing at him though, it made him smile. So many good memories. He missed that friendship with his son.
As they walked he watched his companions. Jensen in particular kept drawing his attention. The man seemed weighed down. It was like he carried something with him that bore him to the ground. He seemed resigned and adrift, doing things because they were expected or asked. In truth, Connor understood. It was how he had felt for many months. How he felt up until just a few minutes ago, until hed found a reason to continue, a small proof that God hadnt abandoned him. Maybe thats why he recognized it.
It made him want to reach out to Jensen. Jensen offered his metro card, but Connor still had a partially full card he got when he first came here to get into the facility so he declined. After swiping he came closer to Jensen and lightly clapped him on the shoulder. "Man, you look like youre feeling better." He chuckled. "For while there I was worried. But you seem like you're coming out of it." He didnt mean to keep harping on the mans physical state. But what could he say? 'Dude, you look super depressed. You wanna talk about it?' No. All he could do was be supportive and treat him with dignity and maybe that'd be enough to give the guy confidence to get control of his emotions or whatever was getting at him. Sometimes a guy just needs a kind word and a nod to say 'you're good man. I know you got this.'
Edited by Connor Kent, Mar 30 2014, 01:45 PM.
Funny how almost getting killed while helping a couple guys who could do magic and a badass MIB chick who kills a mist creature could get you out of the funk that had nearly overwhelmed you.
They all followed Jensen to the metro. Connor remembered how oppressive and closed the city felt. No open skies and endless vistas like home. Gradually, he had gotten used to the feeling of being enclosed by streets and buildings and tunnels, though he didn't like it. He missed the days of driving and seeing endless road and sky, mountains and mesas. He remembered just driving and talking to Hayden about nothing at all. Instead of tearing at him though, it made him smile. So many good memories. He missed that friendship with his son.
As they walked he watched his companions. Jensen in particular kept drawing his attention. The man seemed weighed down. It was like he carried something with him that bore him to the ground. He seemed resigned and adrift, doing things because they were expected or asked. In truth, Connor understood. It was how he had felt for many months. How he felt up until just a few minutes ago, until hed found a reason to continue, a small proof that God hadnt abandoned him. Maybe thats why he recognized it.
It made him want to reach out to Jensen. Jensen offered his metro card, but Connor still had a partially full card he got when he first came here to get into the facility so he declined. After swiping he came closer to Jensen and lightly clapped him on the shoulder. "Man, you look like youre feeling better." He chuckled. "For while there I was worried. But you seem like you're coming out of it." He didnt mean to keep harping on the mans physical state. But what could he say? 'Dude, you look super depressed. You wanna talk about it?' No. All he could do was be supportive and treat him with dignity and maybe that'd be enough to give the guy confidence to get control of his emotions or whatever was getting at him. Sometimes a guy just needs a kind word and a nod to say 'you're good man. I know you got this.'
Edited by Connor Kent, Mar 30 2014, 01:45 PM.