"All right, he's gone," John says outside of Sherlock's door, sounding
amused and like he's talking to a five year old. "I'm not entirely sure
why you stormed off unless the thought of becoming a pilot doesn't interest
you or scare you. From what I've seen, though, and I will admit, I'm
judging you based on the twenty minutes I've known you, but I'd say you
don't scare easily. Listen."
He touches a hand to the iron door as if trying to feel out it's
heartbeat. He's a doctor, after all. A doctor half in love with robots
and being as close to a soldier as the PPDC will allow their rangers to be.
"I need a co-pilot. You're the best their is. We're Drift Compatible. At
least try a neural handshake with me. I'll try to keep my damage to
myself."
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Date: 2013-08-05 04:35 pm (UTC)"All right, he's gone," John says outside of Sherlock's door, sounding amused and like he's talking to a five year old. "I'm not entirely sure why you stormed off unless the thought of becoming a pilot doesn't interest you or scare you. From what I've seen, though, and I will admit, I'm judging you based on the twenty minutes I've known you, but I'd say you don't scare easily. Listen."
He touches a hand to the iron door as if trying to feel out it's heartbeat. He's a doctor, after all. A doctor half in love with robots and being as close to a soldier as the PPDC will allow their rangers to be.
"I need a co-pilot. You're the best their is. We're Drift Compatible. At least try a neural handshake with me. I'll try to keep my damage to myself."