( marc inhales a breath when bob mentions driving, his mouth twitching and his brow furrowing, just for a moment. for marc, it is closer to a lack of trust — not in bob, per se, more in himself. marc likes, needs control. he's uncomfortable without it, and he doesn't know bob to want to willingly, freely give it over to him.
but for bob's sake — and not that it's a thought that occurs to marc — it's for the best if bob does drive. it's not that marc's a bad driver, quite the contrary, he's very good at driving, but there'd been a reason jean-paul had never allowed marc to pilot: he's reckless. he's careless. he doesn't deliberately try to be dangerous, but he drives in much the same way he fights — without care beyond the result.
(how many vehicles has marc destroyed? ruined? written-off? it's perhaps best not to ask that question.)
still, as unreasonable as he can be, as much as his reluctance is palpable, marc's fingers uncurl from the cold, wet metal of the keys, and he leaves them in bob's hands, the action punctuated by a brusque, )Fine, ( and a dismissive wave of his hand as if to say 'whatever'.
—despite the shadows, despite the way they seem to have crept closer.
(hmm.) (good thing he's proven to be like poison food to anything that's tried to slip into his mind in recent years. shame he assumes he can't say the same about bob, and so—) )
Better hurry then.
( and he's striding over to his bike, sweeping out the kickstand with a pointed kick, formerly bright white chelsea boots marked and splattered with dirt and rainwater. )
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but for bob's sake — and not that it's a thought that occurs to marc — it's for the best if bob does drive. it's not that marc's a bad driver, quite the contrary, he's very good at driving, but there'd been a reason jean-paul had never allowed marc to pilot: he's reckless. he's careless. he doesn't deliberately try to be dangerous, but he drives in much the same way he fights — without care beyond the result.
(how many vehicles has marc destroyed? ruined? written-off? it's perhaps best not to ask that question.)
still, as unreasonable as he can be, as much as his reluctance is palpable, marc's fingers uncurl from the cold, wet metal of the keys, and he leaves them in bob's hands, the action punctuated by a brusque, ) Fine, ( and a dismissive wave of his hand as if to say 'whatever'.
—despite the shadows, despite the way they seem to have crept closer.
(hmm.)
(good thing he's proven to be like poison food to anything that's tried to slip into his mind in recent years. shame he assumes he can't say the same about bob, and so—) )
Better hurry then.
( and he's striding over to his bike, sweeping out the kickstand with a pointed kick, formerly bright white chelsea boots marked and splattered with dirt and rainwater. )