[ being followed isn't a sensation like any other. it can't be confused for anything in the world, and while it doesn't raise the hair on the back of his neck, it does prickle at his awareness all the same. to chuck's credit, he carries on a good way down the hall with only the vaguest destination in mind, before he glances back. where he'd half expected to find the girl skipping through her skirts at his back- he finds only the wolf. staring up at him. offering up a whine.
chuck isn't angry, there's nothing to be angry about. but he's not a man who speaks easily about personal heroism. it was one thing to be a damn good pilot, to jockey with the best jaeger the world had ever seen. but where the words go after that, he isn't sure. dying to save the world or blowing himself up for a girl he grew up with and a guy that isn't his friend- they aren't things he has a space for in his head. it's a vast and incomprehensible tangle locked up around who am i and what do i do now.
his gaze lands on the wolf's face, gait slows, and he nods in alayne's direction. the words are low. ]
» action.
chuck isn't angry, there's nothing to be angry about. but he's not a man who speaks easily about personal heroism. it was one thing to be a damn good pilot, to jockey with the best jaeger the world had ever seen. but where the words go after that, he isn't sure. dying to save the world or blowing himself up for a girl he grew up with and a guy that isn't his friend- they aren't things he has a space for in his head. it's a vast and incomprehensible tangle locked up around who am i and what do i do now.
his gaze lands on the wolf's face, gait slows, and he nods in alayne's direction.
the words are low. ]
Shh. Go on.