[ at the touch to his elbow, with Adrien speaking up, Andyr comes back out of his head, and all that's spinning around madly in there, pulling back and letting the man go. ]
Right. Sorry. [ he shakes his head, taking a step or two back, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. hugging is generally not something he does often, even on a good day, but there'd been moments, when relief hit him too hard, when he couldn't think of any other way to express his gratitude or his joy. when he'd found posie. when he'd seen alva safe after one of the raids. he remembers he'd done it more as a kid - embraced friends, neighbors, his father. but since hapsburg, he's just wanted to curl in on himself so much, and he hasn't been that kid in a long time. sometimes, though. sometimes it feels nice to pretend he is.
glancing around, he spots the slides and vial still on the counter from before, and remembers he'd been in the process of getting rid of those. right. ] I'll just. Deal with this.
[ gathering it up, he wanders over to the device for dissolving things again, and sets to putting all the stuff from the tests in there, as he'd done with the paper, checking that everything was right, before closing the doors and hitting the button to dissolve it all. watching a while, he nods along with what's said, though he's a bit half here and half there.
it's bizarre, to think he might actually just get to... wander around all these halls, without a guard detail following, without chains rattling, without watching his back. he thinks, maybe, he'll go for a run. after he meets with alva and they talk everything out. just run through the whole ship. see everything, go where he wants, maybe get lost a little.
andyr makes it back around to himself, blinking several times, and realizing he'd been staring at the machine that'd finished it's task a while ago, and Adrien's likely finished up his note. right, the cuffs. which are really more like manacles, thick around his wrists, given the simple ones were too easy for him to break. pacing back over to adrien, there's a furrow between his brows, as he turns the heavy, metal cuffs over a bit, trying to pull the part where the locking mechanism is upwards. ]
Here. If someone can pick that or pry it open, that should work. Easier than trying to take a blowtorch to my arm. [ which, would work, and hurt like a bitch. but he'd heal. ]
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Right. Sorry. [ he shakes his head, taking a step or two back, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. hugging is generally not something he does often, even on a good day, but there'd been moments, when relief hit him too hard, when he couldn't think of any other way to express his gratitude or his joy. when he'd found posie. when he'd seen alva safe after one of the raids. he remembers he'd done it more as a kid - embraced friends, neighbors, his father. but since hapsburg, he's just wanted to curl in on himself so much, and he hasn't been that kid in a long time. sometimes, though. sometimes it feels nice to pretend he is.
glancing around, he spots the slides and vial still on the counter from before, and remembers he'd been in the process of getting rid of those. right. ] I'll just. Deal with this.
[ gathering it up, he wanders over to the device for dissolving things again, and sets to putting all the stuff from the tests in there, as he'd done with the paper, checking that everything was right, before closing the doors and hitting the button to dissolve it all. watching a while, he nods along with what's said, though he's a bit half here and half there.
it's bizarre, to think he might actually just get to... wander around all these halls, without a guard detail following, without chains rattling, without watching his back. he thinks, maybe, he'll go for a run. after he meets with alva and they talk everything out. just run through the whole ship. see everything, go where he wants, maybe get lost a little.
andyr makes it back around to himself, blinking several times, and realizing he'd been staring at the machine that'd finished it's task a while ago, and Adrien's likely finished up his note. right, the cuffs. which are really more like manacles, thick around his wrists, given the simple ones were too easy for him to break. pacing back over to adrien, there's a furrow between his brows, as he turns the heavy, metal cuffs over a bit, trying to pull the part where the locking mechanism is upwards. ]
Here. If someone can pick that or pry it open, that should work. Easier than trying to take a blowtorch to my arm. [ which, would work, and hurt like a bitch. but he'd heal. ]