eyes are rapidly fluttering in disbelief upon @belayadeath, brims are slightly ajar with the sudden silence ominously dispersing as his head is tilting infuriatedly–––––a brusque jibe, purposefully to leave him stunted &. eventually embarrassed by his own incessant ranting upon the country's failure to uphold the belief within the government, causing hazard to the people, even both of them as entities that were forced to believe; is it vile to speak the truth they have known ?

❝ none of these are our fault, ❞  his grip upon the steering wheel is tightened, the man's gaze is fixated upon the periphery in front of them; uncertainty, yet familiar tableaux ..

she is a stranger, coincidentally abandoned without a protection in the dark alley 'neath the border, supposedly injured &. interfered his rendezvous with an alley he has to snuck to the west under false name–––––she could have survived without him, obviously, but he supposed to have a passenger beside him, &. to leave the border unnoticed without a passenger would put him under danger, ❝ you have to stay awake. we're almost there. ❞ 

@belayadeath asked: i don’t mind. i like the way you look at me.

he isn't sure which way she means, because he can't see it himself, but he knows how he feels for her, & this is probably just a natural consequence of such feeling. more than he ever has, for just about anyone ― it's exciting, thrilling, and utterly terrifying. he likes to think of himself as entirely independent, but never necessarily lonely or alone. he's slept with more people across more countries than he can count. but this isn't just chemistry & attraction, though those elements are certainly present in their relationship. no, bianca is something completely different, someone that sierra six has let in past highly-held & guarded walls. she makes him want to tell her his name. isn't that something ? ❝ i can't help it, so 'm glad you don't mind. ❞ he's sheepish in reply, confidence in battle so easily eschewed in intimate situations.