[ Since he'd gotten here, there had been a few instances where JJ had feared for his life. He spent a lot of time fearing actually, fearing about monsters and about how he might never see his family again, and as lonely as it was here, there were people who had reached out to him and helped him.
He hadn't done much helping of his own.
And he doesn't know how, right now, with Athena starting to shake, but seeing her like this quells some of his own panic and confusion over what's happening. It doesn't really matter anymore.
Seeing the way her hands are over her ears, the dots start to connect, gaze wandering around the chaos in the district, before going back to her. He doesn't know what to do, so he just takes the most obvious route: he picks her up. Her weight isn't much, but his arms tremble slightly, weak from the shock of the explosion, but he holds on steadfast and then he just—
Goes.
Doesn't know where, or if it's making anything of a difference, but he keeps going, past people heading toward the commotion and anyone that might be giving him a strange glance he just goes until he's in an alley, out of breath. His back hits the wall there, until he's sliding down, more out of breath than he'd expected of himself but, well. ]
Is this better?
[ Hopefully. His head falls forward, forehead resting against her crown as his eyes close from the fatigue. How do you stop hearing? ]
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He hadn't done much helping of his own.
And he doesn't know how, right now, with Athena starting to shake, but seeing her like this quells some of his own panic and confusion over what's happening. It doesn't really matter anymore.
Seeing the way her hands are over her ears, the dots start to connect, gaze wandering around the chaos in the district, before going back to her. He doesn't know what to do, so he just takes the most obvious route: he picks her up. Her weight isn't much, but his arms tremble slightly, weak from the shock of the explosion, but he holds on steadfast and then he just—
Goes.
Doesn't know where, or if it's making anything of a difference, but he keeps going, past people heading toward the commotion and anyone that might be giving him a strange glance he just goes until he's in an alley, out of breath. His back hits the wall there, until he's sliding down, more out of breath than he'd expected of himself but, well. ]
Is this better?
[ Hopefully. His head falls forward, forehead resting against her crown as his eyes close from the fatigue. How do you stop hearing? ]