[(Looking out from the quinjet, looking at two figures in the distance, one of them suddenly coming in so close, so fast--
Her hands, cold and icy, fingertips pressed against his temples as her eyes turned red and so did his world.)
He moves his hand, not really sure what he wanted to do - rub his cheek, scratch an itch, gesture, something - but he knocks against the teacup instead and it spills, hot tea splashing onto him, making him flinch and jerk away. It's probably a good thing the jumpsuits have long sleeves because otherwise he would have gotten some burns.]
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[(Looking out from the quinjet, looking at two figures in the distance, one of them suddenly coming in so close, so fast--
Her hands, cold and icy, fingertips pressed against his temples as her eyes turned red and so did his world.)
He moves his hand, not really sure what he wanted to do - rub his cheek, scratch an itch, gesture, something - but he knocks against the teacup instead and it spills, hot tea splashing onto him, making him flinch and jerk away. It's probably a good thing the jumpsuits have long sleeves because otherwise he would have gotten some burns.]