Daryl's head snapped up and the backpack he'd dragged out of the tangled mess of the crashed ship dropped from his fingers. He knew that voice. He knew the panic in it. The fear. It was the same emotions that thrummed through his own bones, the ones he didn't want to telegraph.
Daryl had checked most of the ship by that point, but he hadn't finished his check. Too many broken struts were in the way for him to do it all in one go. But he had a reason to push on through now. A reason to go faster and ignore what caution he'd been taking. He had people to get to.
"Glenn!" he barked as he climbed in the carrier at the other end from his friend, body silhouetted by the sunlight beating down on the crash site.
/tackle hugs
Daryl's head snapped up and the backpack he'd dragged out of the tangled mess of the crashed ship dropped from his fingers. He knew that voice. He knew the panic in it. The fear. It was the same emotions that thrummed through his own bones, the ones he didn't want to telegraph.
Daryl had checked most of the ship by that point, but he hadn't finished his check. Too many broken struts were in the way for him to do it all in one go. But he had a reason to push on through now. A reason to go faster and ignore what caution he'd been taking. He had people to get to.
"Glenn!" he barked as he climbed in the carrier at the other end from his friend, body silhouetted by the sunlight beating down on the crash site.