#bulletpro0f

"Ay." He rolls one of his toothpicks between thumb and forefinger, debating on whether or not to pop it in between his teeth to chew on. "Ain't had a chance to check w'either you or Ash in'a minute, my friend." Beat. "Everything alright on your end'a things?" With the gang, with his son, with his father's dog. Any and all of the above.

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Silence is something normal between Ezra and Ash. Never uncomfortable - not when Ash's broad hands move in a flurry of signs, knowing his comrade, his friend, will understand each bit. Blood is the inhibitor this time, as his strong brow furrows trying to sign one-handed. Another hand slick with crimson. Still he manages: 'You know this was stupid.' He raises eyebrows at the other. The smallest grin regardless. He can't really stay angry at Ezra. It's impossible. Like flipping off the sun. Ash has done far more foolish things in his years. Perhaps in this moment he just feels his own age more than he'd like. The old mentor, the one with the life experience. The one holed up and away from the action. Maybe he wishes to be as adventurous as Ezra. 'But you probably looked cool doing it, huh?'

felix: i get overwhelmed as fuck too, sometimes. felix: not scared. nothing to be scared of. felix: but tired? yeah.