[ There's something so monumentally profound, helpful, relieving, in not doing a thing alone. In having support — in the knowledge that where he might falter, might fail (and of course, he does see losing sight of Kate again as some failure of his own, and if anything happened to her it would be his fault) — someone else could step in, could help. That there's someone else out there watching over the same things he is. A simple "thank you" most certainly isn't enough to convey his gratitude to Wynonna Earp; he's in awe of her.
And for a few long moments he's lost in it, but Wynonna helps bring him back out with a squeeze to the arm, a coaxing to continue. He doesn't know the extent of it but he knows it couldn't have been easy, none of this horrible day could have been, but the woman's capable of sounding so at-ease, so natural, and this is familiar for Wynonna, this is something else to cling onto. Her guidance, seemingly so assured; once more, she's a source of reliability, stability, for him (sorry, Wynonna).
Edward nods, mouth still slightly tipped open, dazed but not unreachable, and then nods again. He starts moving again with her, some part of him aware of familiar landmarks now, which direction to head. He doesn't have to find it on his own. Doesn't have to think on his own. We can make a plan. We can figure out what's next. Some part of him can't stop thinking of Mikel still lying there in the snow, but he can't look right at it yet, not yet. First, they have to stop running, have to reach safety.
He hears the breathy words, the name Dolls — has he heard her say it before? His memory's foggy, strange — and glances over, suddenly aware of the heaviness of his own breathing. He's more exhausted than he realises, adrenaline sending his system into a need to shut-down, not push harder. He won't speak again, doesn't know if he even can, until the sight of her cabin is there, and he's squinting through the brightness to it, willing himself harder, faster with a heavy rush of boots against steps.
Even now, he's afraid something might hurt her, though — can't bear to let her shift to his back, and so when the door's opened, Edward's the one to reach for her again now, palm to the small of Wynonna's back, pushing her in first with a swift, driving gesture while his other hand uses the doorframe to give them both more momentum. His heart pounds, not able to feel safe until they're locked in away from the Hell that's happened outside. ]
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And for a few long moments he's lost in it, but Wynonna helps bring him back out with a squeeze to the arm, a coaxing to continue. He doesn't know the extent of it but he knows it couldn't have been easy, none of this horrible day could have been, but the woman's capable of sounding so at-ease, so natural, and this is familiar for Wynonna, this is something else to cling onto. Her guidance, seemingly so assured; once more, she's a source of reliability, stability, for him (sorry, Wynonna).
Edward nods, mouth still slightly tipped open, dazed but not unreachable, and then nods again. He starts moving again with her, some part of him aware of familiar landmarks now, which direction to head. He doesn't have to find it on his own. Doesn't have to think on his own. We can make a plan. We can figure out what's next. Some part of him can't stop thinking of Mikel still lying there in the snow, but he can't look right at it yet, not yet. First, they have to stop running, have to reach safety.
He hears the breathy words, the name Dolls — has he heard her say it before? His memory's foggy, strange — and glances over, suddenly aware of the heaviness of his own breathing. He's more exhausted than he realises, adrenaline sending his system into a need to shut-down, not push harder. He won't speak again, doesn't know if he even can, until the sight of her cabin is there, and he's squinting through the brightness to it, willing himself harder, faster with a heavy rush of boots against steps.
Even now, he's afraid something might hurt her, though — can't bear to let her shift to his back, and so when the door's opened, Edward's the one to reach for her again now, palm to the small of Wynonna's back, pushing her in first with a swift, driving gesture while his other hand uses the doorframe to give them both more momentum. His heart pounds, not able to feel safe until they're locked in away from the Hell that's happened outside. ]