#aygnt

DROP IT. a request chris has never been able to fulfill. deeply stubborn, his shoulders square, not like a partner gearing up for what's shaping up to be a frustrating conversation with their better half, but instead like a man preparing for war. " your safety and your wellbeing will always be relevant, leon, " there's an attempt to keep exasperation from oozing into his tone, though he isn't sure how successful it was. he's very aware that @aygnt is used to doing things his own way, and as a result there will be moments where chris feels like he's pulling teeth to understand what's transpiring in that brain of his- like a man looking in through the foggy window of a home he wishes to be invited into so badly. a desire to understand, to love, to protect and cherish until the end of their days.

"roost to condor one," she's not in a panic, lines break up all the time and she's told leon what to do in case that happened only about ... a thousand times. "you're breaking up, i'm assuming it's the location," the tracker in his gear signals a red dot on the satellite map, and fate wants this aforementioned dot keeps disappearing in proximity of a cave nearby the area where @aygnt's signal was stronger.