He's-- [riptide is cut off by the sudden pain deep in his chest. there it is. now tarn's doing the thing. he bites his lower lip hard and squeezes his optics shut for a moment, trying to ignore the light strands that are now freely flowing down his face.
vaguely, riptide wonders why no-one else in the observation deck is taking any notice of this.
he re-powers his optics, still refusing to look at tarn. right now, he physically can't. he feels like he's going to puke, and if his face is pointed towards tarn when that happens...]
Cargo bay. Us-- usually.
[maybe he can ping magnus and tell him to not go near the cargo bay for a while. pretend there's an emergency on the wings. or not, seeing as riptide is pretty sure he won't be surviving this encounter.]
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vaguely, riptide wonders why no-one else in the observation deck is taking any notice of this.
he re-powers his optics, still refusing to look at tarn. right now, he physically can't. he feels like he's going to puke, and if his face is pointed towards tarn when that happens...]
Cargo bay. Us-- usually.
[maybe he can ping magnus and tell him to not go near the cargo bay for a while. pretend there's an emergency on the wings. or not, seeing as riptide is pretty sure he won't be surviving this encounter.]