[ Endo is quiet while Accelerator does his best to support him throughout the journey to the warehouse, which is an indicator of how well things are going on his side of things. All his grand plans of worming himself into Accelerator's future and pestering him with more questions are effectively halted. As they move, he's inadvertently jostled, and breathing with any degree of effort causes his ribs great pain. That makes sense, given that he's broken in a few places, but he's usually pretty good at working through pain like it's no big deal. This is somewhat of a wonder for him.
All the more reason to be impressed with the wing, really, a thought he would articulate if he weren't clenching his teeth so hard. He'd never admit it, but once Accelerator leads him to the wall and helps him slide onto the floor, he feels very relieved, which is also a novel feeling. Endo's never before been in a position where his own relief came into play — except for a few situations involving Takiishi, but that's in a separate league entirely.
He's making quiet plans to stay in the warehouse for the time being, trying to sluggishly decide how he can do that and still eventually get fixed up, but his brain still won't fully cooperate. He excels at planning, but apparently that doesn't apply when it comes to physical trauma.
He closes his eyes. ]
We talked a lot.
[ He observes, the words seemingly coming out of left field. ]
What'd ya decide?
[ Asshole or not, is what he means, since that's what started all of this. He doesn't clarify, though, and he knows the answer to the question, anyway. He's teasing, and he'd accompany the question with a grin to start laying his interest on a little thickly again, but he's tired. This is what he's got for the moment. ]
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All the more reason to be impressed with the wing, really, a thought he would articulate if he weren't clenching his teeth so hard. He'd never admit it, but once Accelerator leads him to the wall and helps him slide onto the floor, he feels very relieved, which is also a novel feeling. Endo's never before been in a position where his own relief came into play — except for a few situations involving Takiishi, but that's in a separate league entirely.
He's making quiet plans to stay in the warehouse for the time being, trying to sluggishly decide how he can do that and still eventually get fixed up, but his brain still won't fully cooperate. He excels at planning, but apparently that doesn't apply when it comes to physical trauma.
He closes his eyes. ]
We talked a lot.
[ He observes, the words seemingly coming out of left field. ]
What'd ya decide?
[ Asshole or not, is what he means, since that's what started all of this. He doesn't clarify, though, and he knows the answer to the question, anyway. He's teasing, and he'd accompany the question with a grin to start laying his interest on a little thickly again, but he's tired. This is what he's got for the moment. ]