( when it comes to taking a walk, she doesn't hesitate to agree. there's something very reassuring about the process of putting one foot in front of the other, a repetitive motion her mind can focus on instead of filling in the gaps in conversation with the worst possible scenarios. where his hands scatter pieces of leaf across the path, her own stay snug inside the pockets of her jacket, fingertips playing idly with pieces of lint and string where they can't be observed.
his words are heavy. they're admittedly confusing, considering the speed force as a concept is still pretty new to her, but it's not so much the technical aspects that concern her right now. it's the way wally's expression changes completely, forced casual tone lost to the wind; it's the feeling that feels like isn't just referring to the hypothetical scenario.
there's no good way to reply to that, but she has to try. )
You were trying to save the day, huh?
( he seems the type. a good man, trying to do what's right. it doesn't take much of a stretch for skye to imagine him risking that kind of sacrifice to save someone else. )
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his words are heavy. they're admittedly confusing, considering the speed force as a concept is still pretty new to her, but it's not so much the technical aspects that concern her right now. it's the way wally's expression changes completely, forced casual tone lost to the wind; it's the feeling that feels like isn't just referring to the hypothetical scenario.
there's no good way to reply to that, but she has to try. )
You were trying to save the day, huh?
( he seems the type. a good man, trying to do what's right. it doesn't take much of a stretch for skye to imagine him risking that kind of sacrifice to save someone else. )