[ That is precisely what he had in mind, and Mace's fingers squeeze down in appreciation this time, adding a reassuring little shake at the end as he searches Ian's expression intently, before he moves back to the window.
He wishes there were more time on hand for him to stay with Ian for a second, to firmly lift him out of the mental quicksand his body's fear response is pulling him into, but out of everything else, it's time they're strapped most for. Time that's gonna make the difference when he pulls down the plank and lobs a burning bottle at whatever the fuck is on the other side.
Hopefully a task to concentrate on, something palpable and immediate, work that he can do with his hands and push the focus of his mind toward, will help ground Ian in the present.
Last thing to do is tear a scrap of cloth from the sheets to douse into the tequila, and there's just two nails left to pull when Mace turns back to the corner Ian's in, holding up the plank on either side. ]
Done?
[ Mouthed out, with a hand out to tell Ian to stay where he is. Fuck, even worse than the knocks is the expectant, looming silence that's now on either side of them, at the door and window both. ]
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[ That is precisely what he had in mind, and Mace's fingers squeeze down in appreciation this time, adding a reassuring little shake at the end as he searches Ian's expression intently, before he moves back to the window.
He wishes there were more time on hand for him to stay with Ian for a second, to firmly lift him out of the mental quicksand his body's fear response is pulling him into, but out of everything else, it's time they're strapped most for. Time that's gonna make the difference when he pulls down the plank and lobs a burning bottle at whatever the fuck is on the other side.
Hopefully a task to concentrate on, something palpable and immediate, work that he can do with his hands and push the focus of his mind toward, will help ground Ian in the present.
Last thing to do is tear a scrap of cloth from the sheets to douse into the tequila, and there's just two nails left to pull when Mace turns back to the corner Ian's in, holding up the plank on either side. ]
Done?
[ Mouthed out, with a hand out to tell Ian to stay where he is. Fuck, even worse than the knocks is the expectant, looming silence that's now on either side of them, at the door and window both. ]