[ Staying still is easier said than done. This is weird and unsettling on multiple levels, and it hurts, damn it! ... Okay, maybe it doesn't hurt exactly, but it's phenomenally uncomfortable, at any rate, and that strange echo in Carlisle's voice doesn't put him more at ease. What in the hell is happening right now?!
But soon, a clearer thought emerges from amid his roiling emotions, like a signal distinct from noise. Carlisle has no reason to harm me.
He says he's a healer, after all. He just meant it in a more... direct sense. Whatever he's doing now, it's part of how he heals people. Qubit doesn't know much about Carlisle, and the little he knows, he doesn't understand - but he trusts him. He's got to trust him.
He wouldn't knowingly harm me.
Slowly, he puts his right hand down, gripping his knee with it instead. Focuses on his breathing. It's a bit easier to deal with the discomfort once it's pulled back just to his arm. A bit. He's still tense, but he'll try to hold still.
It startles him again when Carlisle opens his eyes, with the glow intensified to the point of physically overflowing, so he's just sort of boggling rudely when his friend speaks again. ]
What-?
[ "Vigilante"? He follows Carlisle's gaze to his wrist. At first he doesn't see anything unusual, but then - wait. A faint outline, a light blue tinge. The longer he squints at it, the more he can - there it is. The word "VIGILANTE", in block letters.
And that's weird enough to take his mind almost completely off everything else. ]
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But soon, a clearer thought emerges from amid his roiling emotions, like a signal distinct from noise. Carlisle has no reason to harm me.
He says he's a healer, after all. He just meant it in a more... direct sense. Whatever he's doing now, it's part of how he heals people. Qubit doesn't know much about Carlisle, and the little he knows, he doesn't understand - but he trusts him. He's got to trust him.
He wouldn't knowingly harm me.
Slowly, he puts his right hand down, gripping his knee with it instead. Focuses on his breathing. It's a bit easier to deal with the discomfort once it's pulled back just to his arm. A bit. He's still tense, but he'll try to hold still.
It startles him again when Carlisle opens his eyes, with the glow intensified to the point of physically overflowing, so he's just sort of boggling rudely when his friend speaks again. ]
What-?
[ "Vigilante"? He follows Carlisle's gaze to his wrist. At first he doesn't see anything unusual, but then - wait. A faint outline, a light blue tinge. The longer he squints at it, the more he can - there it is. The word "VIGILANTE", in block letters.
And that's weird enough to take his mind almost completely off everything else. ]
Good God. How long has that been there?