[ he looks sick is the first thought through his mind. were he, that would not have changed anakin's response: to jump on the motorcycle and race his way here. he runs up the steps toward stiles, slowing only when he gets close. ]
No, [ he dismisses stiles' concern entirely. a shake of his head reinforces the point.
anakin claps a hand on the other's shoulder, the gloved prostheses supplying a very human, very gentle squeeze. his mind runs a mile a minute thinking of what might have occurred. this won't a bunny situation. he can see it in stiles' face. so he speaks calmly, evenly, almost as if he were trying to use a mind trick again. ]
uses mind trick this tag is not late
No, [ he dismisses stiles' concern entirely. a shake of his head reinforces the point.
anakin claps a hand on the other's shoulder, the gloved prostheses supplying a very human, very gentle squeeze. his mind runs a mile a minute thinking of what might have occurred. this won't a bunny situation. he can see it in stiles' face. so he speaks calmly, evenly, almost as if he were trying to use a mind trick again. ]
Tell me what happened.