[There is now a gouged out handprint down this alleyway, and the stitching on one of the fingers of his glove has come apart to reveal a glint of metal. It hurts, and the pain puts him somewhere other than here, a weird dichotomy of memory and reality blending into one.
Taako's calm voice, and the fact that Steve is doing his best to work as gently as possible, both help to keep him from actually taking a swing at Steve. He does notice as soon as it's done, though, pulling himself back and away to let the wall take the majority of his weight.]
Спасибо.
[It comes out low and throaty, eyes flicking between the two. He takes a moment to breathe, to calm down.]
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Taako's calm voice, and the fact that Steve is doing his best to work as gently as possible, both help to keep him from actually taking a swing at Steve. He does notice as soon as it's done, though, pulling himself back and away to let the wall take the majority of his weight.]
Спасибо.
[It comes out low and throaty, eyes flicking between the two. He takes a moment to breathe, to calm down.]
I'm fine.