[A small boat dragged up onto some distant shore, grounded in the shallows and swaying absently as the water licks at its sides. It's a day trip and they've pulled the boat up there to be ready for when they're set to run it back out again and return home. Only now the weather is turning, the water is running higher and the small boat threatens to be plucked off its rocks and sucked back out into the sea - its would be occupants stranded wherever they stand now--
His attention falters, that mental buzz lurching. Tugged. Somewhere in Bearings Nirad's attention flickers to Aoba; he accepts the hand hold naturally enough, grip sure even as Steve's mind expands and dredges his focus back.]
( Why not? It might be helpful. )
[Oh, but maybe it'd hurt Aoba. The thought occurs to him even as he's open to invasion, like standing in an open door with a hand still on the latch.]
no subject
His attention falters, that mental buzz lurching. Tugged. Somewhere in Bearings Nirad's attention flickers to Aoba; he accepts the hand hold naturally enough, grip sure even as Steve's mind expands and dredges his focus back.]
( Why not? It might be helpful. )
[Oh, but maybe it'd hurt Aoba. The thought occurs to him even as he's open to invasion, like standing in an open door with a hand still on the latch.]