FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
he nodded. "toaster." he agreed. "and there was that fiasco with the dishwasher. and the fridge. and the washing machine... the vacuum cleaner..." he paused. "anyway..." he studied her and gently patted her shoulder. "if you think he deserves this chance. then he should have it." he agreed softly. "and he's getting it. i'm sure that if what James said is truth, he's a good man inside." he admitted. "after all, Ward risked his life trying to help Sarah escape..." he admitted before he smiled. "repressed suicidal tendencies." he admitted. "he doesn't think his life is worth anything, so he treats it that way. we're training him a bit but it's been slow going."
his lip twitched a little and made a move that was so very much the Andrew she had once known. and the Grant that Skye and the others had loved. he swept his hand up and over and said in a low voice. "i am not the Droid you are looking for." then he paused and stared at it as if he wasn't entirely sure why he had done that. he shook his head and examined her. "you've had a hell of a few days." he agreed. "and i imagine you'd be more susceptible to high amounts of stress than most." he admitted. "sure. i can play." he agreed, moving over to the second chair ad sat down in front of the table. "you know, i taught my younger brother how to play." Ward was an only child. he had been adopted at the age of six months from an orphanage and raised in Hydra. no permanent 'parent's' just a bunch of different trainers that never stayed long enough for him to form emotional attachments to. James had been the closest thing to a father Ward had ever known until they'd made him new memories.
his lip twitched a little and made a move that was so very much the Andrew she had once known. and the Grant that Skye and the others had loved. he swept his hand up and over and said in a low voice. "i am not the Droid you are looking for." then he paused and stared at it as if he wasn't entirely sure why he had done that. he shook his head and examined her. "you've had a hell of a few days." he agreed. "and i imagine you'd be more susceptible to high amounts of stress than most." he admitted. "sure. i can play." he agreed, moving over to the second chair ad sat down in front of the table. "you know, i taught my younger brother how to play." Ward was an only child. he had been adopted at the age of six months from an orphanage and raised in Hydra. no permanent 'parent's' just a bunch of different trainers that never stayed long enough for him to form emotional attachments to. James had been the closest thing to a father Ward had ever known until they'd made him new memories.