Welcome To My Hell

Court, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Ryland and Colt*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Ryland and Colt, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Simon’s mind: Sending someone do go die for the greater good? The illusion of choice? Eva = Ava?

Simon, now angrier than ever: that bitch figured out time travel.

of critters in clover

“I don’t know Rocky, what else was I supposed to say?”

most noticably, his repetitive circling motion with his thumb over his empty knife holster (which he often touches for reassurance in a kind of muscle-memory reaching for a weapon that isn't there)

then his light tracing of the map, brushing his fingers over it to situate himself, and just the delicate way he handles everything in general, like he's trying hard not to damage anything (he's very physical/visual, he also uses his hands when gesturing directions)

when he finds the Eden pendant he ties it around his wrist to keep it secure, but he also holds it enclosed in his palm. he keeps it tight in his fist under his thumb. part reverence part anchor to home

just spent twenty minutes scrolling the tag and giggling