[ Once they made their final provisions on the outside and began their venture into catacombs of the complex, Jim had reserved his casual friendliness for a more stern countenance. This one he only typically used when in positions of command aboard his own ship, but it served him well. There were times when, as a captain, one needed a hell of a poker face. He kept conversation to a minimum, and contact was fairly direct.
Especially after passing the second floor.
It had taken everything in him to keep himself collected as they made their way through. The scent reminded him of things he'd rather not have brought to the forefront of his mind. A mind which lately is playing tricks on him. Causing him to see people he's known, dead and alive, here where they absolutely cannot be. He doesn't bring it up, he focuses elsewhere when it happens, and tries to block it out. Only a handful of times has he been so thrown that he's either engaged or ended up compromised in any way, but he doesn't have time for that here. He sincerely hopes it won't happen down here. Not now.
Anxiety is a lump of rock in his stomach, but he turns when he hears steps, smiling a little finally at the familiar voice. He and Venom had gotten a lot closer during their travel here. It had started while the Moira herself had been in her death throes. More than a couple of times there had been moments of shared proximity between them, though not much more than Jim slinging an arm around the other man to sleep. Occasionally something more, but nothing too far removed from that. ]
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Especially after passing the second floor.
It had taken everything in him to keep himself collected as they made their way through. The scent reminded him of things he'd rather not have brought to the forefront of his mind. A mind which lately is playing tricks on him. Causing him to see people he's known, dead and alive, here where they absolutely cannot be. He doesn't bring it up, he focuses elsewhere when it happens, and tries to block it out. Only a handful of times has he been so thrown that he's either engaged or ended up compromised in any way, but he doesn't have time for that here. He sincerely hopes it won't happen down here. Not now.
Anxiety is a lump of rock in his stomach, but he turns when he hears steps, smiling a little finally at the familiar voice. He and Venom had gotten a lot closer during their travel here. It had started while the Moira herself had been in her death throes. More than a couple of times there had been moments of shared proximity between them, though not much more than Jim slinging an arm around the other man to sleep. Occasionally something more, but nothing too far removed from that. ]
Yeah, here Venom. How're you doing?