[ How acutely Bob can tell when someone is bothered by something he's done is astounding. It may as well be a power in and of itself. In the grand scheme of things though, it isn't a particularly useful one. Not when it only serves to put him on pins and needles to the point where it can reduce him to being nothing more than a meek doormat.
It's easy to sense here and not just because he can clearly see it on Marc's face, causing him to immediately break out into a bit of a sweat, heat curling up the back of his neck and the tip of his ears. There's no way for him to know that Marc isn't annoyed with him. Even if he could, he'd still find a way to feel about it, probably. Sadly, all of that, topped off with the blunt response is enough to make Bob flinch, his gaze immediately shooting downwards towards the keys that are now held firmly in his hand.
He misses the way the shadows crawl, moving not just from the door of the facility they'd just left, but from the shadows cast from their respective vehicles. It's only when he hears Marc move towards his bike that he seems to snap out of it, nearly tripping over his feet to open the back of the van for him before hurrying over to the other side. His hands over over the bike uselessly looking nervously towards Marc and then the bike. ]
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It's easy to sense here and not just because he can clearly see it on Marc's face, causing him to immediately break out into a bit of a sweat, heat curling up the back of his neck and the tip of his ears. There's no way for him to know that Marc isn't annoyed with him. Even if he could, he'd still find a way to feel about it, probably. Sadly, all of that, topped off with the blunt response is enough to make Bob flinch, his gaze immediately shooting downwards towards the keys that are now held firmly in his hand.
He misses the way the shadows crawl, moving not just from the door of the facility they'd just left, but from the shadows cast from their respective vehicles. It's only when he hears Marc move towards his bike that he seems to snap out of it, nearly tripping over his feet to open the back of the van for him before hurrying over to the other side. His hands over over the bike uselessly looking nervously towards Marc and then the bike. ]
On the count of three? I guess?