Apparently fresh air was supposed to be good for the soul, according to the orderly escorting him. To Brock, after living in New York, fresh air was still a bit of a novelty, but he couldn't say it was doing much for his soul. Still, he guessed it was that or try to enjoy the fresh air during the night and try to survive, which didn't exactly leave him free to do much else.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the conversation with Parker. The kid just filled him with far too many damn mixed feelings, like a goddamn woman, and he was getting tired of it, to tell the truth. Getting tired of not knowing exactly if he was going to sock Parker or - or something. All he knew was that everything he did, sometimes even what the Spider thought, was important. Like earth-shattering important. He missed the days when he knew exactly how he felt about people and what to say around them; but those days were over, and besides, he wouldn't trade them for the world. He'd trade his days as a free human for a life-time of Landels so long as his Other was there.
Ugh. He'd seen how Parker had been looking at him as they'd been talking about their bonding. Like he thought they were nuts. How he of all people could think that was beyond Brock.
The blond wandered down the path, head bent down slightly...
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Apparently fresh air was supposed to be good for the soul, according to the orderly escorting him. To Brock, after living in New York, fresh air was still a bit of a novelty, but he couldn't say it was doing much for his soul. Still, he guessed it was that or try to enjoy the fresh air during the night and try to survive, which didn't exactly leave him free to do much else.
He wasn't sure how he felt about the conversation with Parker. The kid just filled him with far too many damn mixed feelings, like a goddamn woman, and he was getting tired of it, to tell the truth. Getting tired of not knowing exactly if he was going to sock Parker or - or something. All he knew was that everything he did, sometimes even what the Spider thought, was important. Like earth-shattering important. He missed the days when he knew exactly how he felt about people and what to say around them; but those days were over, and besides, he wouldn't trade them for the world. He'd trade his days as a free human for a life-time of Landels so long as his Other was there.
Ugh. He'd seen how Parker had been looking at him as they'd been talking about their bonding. Like he thought they were nuts. How he of all people could think that was beyond Brock.
The blond wandered down the path, head bent down slightly...