[Hearing denial might have been preferable, because 'I'll grow on you' is ominous on so many levels. Or maybe it's hearing those words are the catalyst for it to finally hit Accelerator that shit, this might not be a one-and-done kind of thing. At least, Endo doesn't want it to be. As someone who is used to being on his own and someone whose relationships with other people mostly being based on aggression and hostility, the idea of anyone wanting to stick around him in spite of all that is unsettling. Making it all the worse is the fact that Endo isn't just some naive idiot, he's dangerous in his own right.
Those thoughts get placed on pause when Accelerator feels a weight against his shoulder and, assuming this is more teasing, tenses and squares up to shove Endo off. But a second thought enters his mind when he looks over to see him on the verge of passing out, a realization that makes him grind his teeth together: this could be beneficial. He's still certain Endo isn't about to die, and neither of them are going anywhere for the next little while, so if he lets him pass out (or nap or whatever you want to call it) then there's no way he could get harassed while the battery charges. The choker being shut off leaves him in his most vulnerable state, and having some guaranteed peace and quiet would be a huge relief.
It's a good plan, it just means putting up with more physical contact. As much as he dislikes it, it's also easier to tolerate when he doesn't have the brain function to process how uncomfortable it makes him. He can't see a good argument against it, so with a small, aggrieved sigh he leaves Endo where he is. Out of some extra caution he decides to wait a few extra minutes, until he's sure the other teenager has passed out. Unfortunately, that gives him more time to be alone with his thoughts.
Accelerator has had a lot of horrible people in and out of his life. The majority of people he's known have been horrible in one way or another, so Endo isn't special in that regard. But he's confident almost none of those people could get so deep into his head that they pull his black wings out like Endo did. Even more frightening was how happy he had been seeing them, how he had called him a god. Those two things -- breaking someone down as nothing and building them up as a deity -- should be in complete opposition of each other, not woven together as part of the desires of one singular person, whatever those may be. Bare minimum, Accelerator can guess he wants to see the wings again. Beyond that? He isn't sure.
He doesn't want to use those wings again if he can help it. He's at least sure of that.
Lingering on that, Accelerator absently extends his phone's timer by another five minutes. At this point a few extra minutes can't hurt. Then he reaches up, and after one more wary glance at Endo he hits the switch to shut the device off. In an instant most of his brain function is cut off. The pain in his nose echoes louder without his own thoughts to serve as a distraction and it serves to muddle what little brainpower he has left. It takes him a few moments to process what he was doing, when he realizes his hand is still pressed against the choker.
He sucks in a slow breath, opening it up and popping the battery out. This entire motion is difficult, his hand-eye coordination has taken a huge dive and he can't stop his fingers from shaking as he takes hold of the small, cube-shaped battery. Accelerator's eyes flick downwards to his other hand, where the charger sits. Thanks to the brain injury the damn thing looks like a bunch of vibrating, disparate shapes that threaten to crumble into a useless pile. It's only out of pure habit that he recognizes what it is, and can piece his thoughts together enough to understand that he needs to put the battery in the charger. With his hand badly trembling, he slowly moves the battery down to it, and after several attempts manages to pop it in. A light on the charger indicates it's working, and he drops his hand.
There. Done. There's nothing else for him to do, so what little focus he has left dissipates, leaving a glazed expression on his features as he stares at nothing in particular. The memory of being irritated at Endo for leaning against him is still floating around in the background of his mind, but he can't connect it properly to his current position and ends up settling against him as he waits.
Then, in fifteen minutes, the timer finishes and his phone starts loudly beeping.]
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Those thoughts get placed on pause when Accelerator feels a weight against his shoulder and, assuming this is more teasing, tenses and squares up to shove Endo off. But a second thought enters his mind when he looks over to see him on the verge of passing out, a realization that makes him grind his teeth together: this could be beneficial. He's still certain Endo isn't about to die, and neither of them are going anywhere for the next little while, so if he lets him pass out (or nap or whatever you want to call it) then there's no way he could get harassed while the battery charges. The choker being shut off leaves him in his most vulnerable state, and having some guaranteed peace and quiet would be a huge relief.
It's a good plan, it just means putting up with more physical contact. As much as he dislikes it, it's also easier to tolerate when he doesn't have the brain function to process how uncomfortable it makes him. He can't see a good argument against it, so with a small, aggrieved sigh he leaves Endo where he is. Out of some extra caution he decides to wait a few extra minutes, until he's sure the other teenager has passed out. Unfortunately, that gives him more time to be alone with his thoughts.
Accelerator has had a lot of horrible people in and out of his life. The majority of people he's known have been horrible in one way or another, so Endo isn't special in that regard. But he's confident almost none of those people could get so deep into his head that they pull his black wings out like Endo did. Even more frightening was how happy he had been seeing them, how he had called him a god. Those two things -- breaking someone down as nothing and building them up as a deity -- should be in complete opposition of each other, not woven together as part of the desires of one singular person, whatever those may be. Bare minimum, Accelerator can guess he wants to see the wings again. Beyond that? He isn't sure.
He doesn't want to use those wings again if he can help it. He's at least sure of that.
Lingering on that, Accelerator absently extends his phone's timer by another five minutes. At this point a few extra minutes can't hurt. Then he reaches up, and after one more wary glance at Endo he hits the switch to shut the device off. In an instant most of his brain function is cut off. The pain in his nose echoes louder without his own thoughts to serve as a distraction and it serves to muddle what little brainpower he has left. It takes him a few moments to process what he was doing, when he realizes his hand is still pressed against the choker.
He sucks in a slow breath, opening it up and popping the battery out. This entire motion is difficult, his hand-eye coordination has taken a huge dive and he can't stop his fingers from shaking as he takes hold of the small, cube-shaped battery. Accelerator's eyes flick downwards to his other hand, where the charger sits. Thanks to the brain injury the damn thing looks like a bunch of vibrating, disparate shapes that threaten to crumble into a useless pile. It's only out of pure habit that he recognizes what it is, and can piece his thoughts together enough to understand that he needs to put the battery in the charger. With his hand badly trembling, he slowly moves the battery down to it, and after several attempts manages to pop it in. A light on the charger indicates it's working, and he drops his hand.
There. Done. There's nothing else for him to do, so what little focus he has left dissipates, leaving a glazed expression on his features as he stares at nothing in particular. The memory of being irritated at Endo for leaning against him is still floating around in the background of his mind, but he can't connect it properly to his current position and ends up settling against him as he waits.
Then, in fifteen minutes, the timer finishes and his phone starts loudly beeping.]