hasthehighground | Kind-of-an-OOM: Car adventures!

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Kind-of-an-OOM: Car adventures!

Clint's not entirely sure how Oswin's gained access to the car she has -- a sturdy four-door sedan.

Whichever way that happened, she has a set of keys and hasn't wrecked it yet. Clint's given it a look-over, including pulling out out of its parking spot and re-parking it in the middle of the lane, and now he's sitting in the passenger seat.

He hands Oswin the keys once she's buckled in.

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Clint can see what's going on in the rearview mirror. If he was thinking more clearly, paying attention to Oswin, he'd put this off until later, but right now all he's got is we need to close that before the generator runs out.

He swings the car back around, in a more controlled turn than before, and stops fifteen feet from the door, putting the car in park and jogging out.

The velociraptors were thrown back when they hit the fence, but there's still some charring flesh on the wires.

Clint makes eye contact with one of the raptors who didn't hit the fence. It turns its head to look at him better.

The garage door makes a satisfying thunk as it hits the ground.

If Oswin were a bit less boneless with 'holy heck it worked and we're home', she'd have stopped him. But the whole turning and stopping doesn't register until she's stared at him jogging away from the car for a few seconds.

"CLINT! NO!" There's true panic in her voice because what is he doing they're safe now. Of course, it's a bit muted - she can't get her dang door open because the unfamiliar layout doesn't lend itself to quick opening with shaking hands.

There's no lock on the garage door, so Clint just scuffs at ground with his foot. "Hey, that was pretty great with the -- Oswin?"

He's just turned around to see her panicked flail with the car door.

The door finally opens (albeit with some entirely unnecessary hitting and kicking because it won't open when she wants it to), and she staggers out and away.

"What were you doing?" She demands once she's gotten her feet underneath her properly. "What were you doing?"

So maybe she could figure it out, logically, if she took a moment to stop and think. She would even call it smart. But all she's running on is the image of him walking back towards the dinosaurs seared into her brain.

He catches 'doing' the second time she says it, and feels a faint sense of sickness, that he quickly represses. He'll actually have to learn to lip-read instead of just use it in a pinch, if Milliways can't fix this.

"Hey," he says, gentler. "We're okay. I just didn't want anything trying to get through, later."

She's shaking now that they're safe. The freak-out she distracted herself from before is creeping up around the edges. She nods at Clint's explanation. What he's saying makes sense, even if she's pretty sure she'll be revisiting that moment again in the nightmares she's getting entirely too used to. It's just... Too much.

She turns to go lean against the car, but... the car is battered and bloody and has holes in where there weren't holes before and... The last time she felt this off, she found herself curled up in a corner bawling her eyes out. Firmly she tells herself that she hasn't broken down that badly in a year, it is not happening today.

Maybe.

There's... so much blood.

"I think we killed it."

"Here," Clint says, when she turns towards the car before straightening back up. He has an arm out. "I could do with a hug." He tries to say it light, and teasing -- but he's concerned.

He doesn't really need stabilizing, not yet (and he already has his coping methods deeply entrenched), but he's found other people find it useful.

Oswin turns again, already nodding. She doesn't even care how badly her cracks are showing - a hug sounds really, really good.

Her weight is pretty slight, but her grip is tight, and hugging him means she doesn't have to work so hard keeping herself up.

He wraps his arms around her, though he doesn't hold her nearly as tight as she holds him.

"Oof," he says, after awhile, once he figures it's safe to comment. "I do like air, Oswin."

He is warm, and solid, and alive, and now that she's had a few moments to absorb that, she feels much more stable. Or at least, less like crawling into a corner and shutting down.

"Sorry, sorry." She's not, but still, it's not nice to squeeze someone's lungs out. "Just... nerves. Reeeally not liking the after bit."

"It's okay," he says, once the vibrations against his chest die down. He's pretty sure she's just apologizing for being on edge.

"I'm going to need to get to the medical suite, here." Hopefully she's calm enough to take that okay.

Her frame suddenly tenses up again, because what, no, no.

"Oh my stars, where, I'm sorry, I didn't even see, I am so sorry..." She's babbling worriedly, her hands fluttering where she was just holding on for dear life, because how did she miss that he was hurt? Of all the self-centered, idiotic moves...

Clint can't help it, when she starts talking a mile a minute-- he laughs, taking a half-step back. "Oswin," he says. "I can't hear a word you're saying, sweetheart."

Her eyes go wide with surprise, and she blinks at him for a long moment.

Then she squints.

Then she buries her face in her hands, because of course, of course, she really ought to have realized and she is most assuredly the stupidest person on this rock. Since talking into her hands is entirely counterproductive, she looks up to talk to him.

"Seriously?" She's making sure to keep a check on the urge to talk out her sheer frustration at her own idiocy, and making sure not to turn away. "Since the lobby?"

"Since I fired in the car, yeah," he says. "You'll want to get your hearing checked, too."

Clint turns away from her, towards the car. It's ... well. It's a good car. A good car that they've brutally tortured, with the help of some dinosaurs, but a good car none the less. "We should put this back," he says, with a faint laugh, walking towards it. "Maybe no one will notice."

He pockets a couple of the keychains that are lodged against the windshield wipers, before getting in.

They'll be fine. Though after visiting the medical suite, they'll probably get drunk and watch anything but Jurassic Park.

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