[ For a moment, it's good Newton has the phone focused on himself. They have been walking for hours. His addled mind cannot track the number; he'd need to get his phone, again, and stare flattened at the numbers.
Even with their increasingly frequent rests, Hermann's exhaustion drags at every part of him. He is contusion, thinned and battered skin and bruised bones and bruised sentiment, too, that hollowed and dipping thing that always expects it but has never managed to skirt the disappointment. He knows better and trips every time.
The only reason he has not caved to a long overdue temper tantrum: it takes his every ounce of energy to put one foot in front of another, leaning more and more heavily on Newton's arm.
So when Newton and Mr. Deadpool start talking nonsense, the scratch of frustration, so ready to boil over, began to bubble, his teeth grinding in his pounding head, and -- ]
1/2 sry first ruins the good times
Even with their increasingly frequent rests, Hermann's exhaustion drags at every part of him. He is contusion, thinned and battered skin and bruised bones and bruised sentiment, too, that hollowed and dipping thing that always expects it but has never managed to skirt the disappointment. He knows better and trips every time.
The only reason he has not caved to a long overdue temper tantrum: it takes his every ounce of energy to put one foot in front of another, leaning more and more heavily on Newton's arm.
So when Newton and Mr. Deadpool start talking nonsense, the scratch of frustration, so ready to boil over, began to bubble, his teeth grinding in his pounding head, and -- ]