[ The puff of air he returns like a laugh only seems a little forced.
The touch ought to feel grounding. After a moment he nods, inclines his head as he lets go, shrugging off Bucky's hand to force his legs to move again.
They catch a lone spinemole by chance. It's a skinny thing, they don't know enough about it to decide whether it's sick but they decide to haul it back anyway.
The plants start to sweat. They take cover beneath an outcropping of rocks, a small space that just fits the both of them if they crouch and shuffle toward the back. There's old, cracked bones, but no signs of recent life.
The humidity has his suit clinging to him like a second skin. The heat coming off of both of them might as well be a third occupant in close quarters (fourth, if you count the carcass at the front). The headache's become background noise again, the kind of consistent pain that's easily ignored. He drinks from a canteen and passes it over, half his attention focused on the rainfall outside their cover. ]
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The touch ought to feel grounding. After a moment he nods, inclines his head as he lets go, shrugging off Bucky's hand to force his legs to move again.
They catch a lone spinemole by chance. It's a skinny thing, they don't know enough about it to decide whether it's sick but they decide to haul it back anyway.
The plants start to sweat. They take cover beneath an outcropping of rocks, a small space that just fits the both of them if they crouch and shuffle toward the back. There's old, cracked bones, but no signs of recent life.
The humidity has his suit clinging to him like a second skin. The heat coming off of both of them might as well be a third occupant in close quarters (fourth, if you count the carcass at the front). The headache's become background noise again, the kind of consistent pain that's easily ignored. He drinks from a canteen and passes it over, half his attention focused on the rainfall outside their cover. ]