[ Jim doesn't wait to answer. He doesn't even look back, even though he knows that Venom is chasing after him. Well, coasting.
He'd try it, but he's faster on his own two feet usually. He still hasn't gotten the hang of the other thing. He's faster when he doesn't feel like he's choking on his own emotions, and his heart is up in his throat. He stops before too long at all, winded emotionally more than anything. His breathing is ragged and his cheeks are wet, and he raises his hands to put them over his face to hide it.
He still has some stubble on his face from the time spent on Thisavrou. ]
No, just---I just need--- [ This is such bullshit he needs a minute. Or five. He's not sure. ]
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He'd try it, but he's faster on his own two feet usually. He still hasn't gotten the hang of the other thing. He's faster when he doesn't feel like he's choking on his own emotions, and his heart is up in his throat. He stops before too long at all, winded emotionally more than anything. His breathing is ragged and his cheeks are wet, and he raises his hands to put them over his face to hide it.
He still has some stubble on his face from the time spent on Thisavrou. ]
No, just---I just need--- [ This is such bullshit he needs a minute. Or five. He's not sure. ]