[ His hand's removed itself from Dorian's face by the time Nyx's footsteps ring behind him, and Venom turns his head to fix gray-blue on the outline of his other teammate, his focus sharply discerning before it softens with recognition and understanding. The registered request is sound, and it's Nyx.
But it's the bionic that goes up in a gesture for 'wait', red joints clicking unnaturally from slight impact damage. ]
Not yet. Gotta hear him out first. [ He knows they don't have time, but all the better, then, to move things along.
Relaxing his shoulders, he looks up from his crouched position at the young man with peril written on his face. Flashback: small kids behind rusted bars, holding out diamonds as recompense for their lives. ] ...I'm trusting you with my back.
[ That's all the time he has right now for the grief in Nyx's expression before his attention turns back to Dorian, flesh-and-blood fingers framing the set of Dorian's tense jaw. He nods, as an answer to a previous question. ]
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But it's the bionic that goes up in a gesture for 'wait', red joints clicking unnaturally from slight impact damage. ]
Not yet. Gotta hear him out first. [ He knows they don't have time, but all the better, then, to move things along.
Relaxing his shoulders, he looks up from his crouched position at the young man with peril written on his face. Flashback: small kids behind rusted bars, holding out diamonds as recompense for their lives. ] ...I'm trusting you with my back.
[ That's all the time he has right now for the grief in Nyx's expression before his attention turns back to Dorian, flesh-and-blood fingers framing the set of Dorian's tense jaw. He nods, as an answer to a previous question. ]
...Go on. I'm listening.