Robert just sighed out and gave a nod in response. His eyes went to his hands as he looked back at the cookies.
“What If I don’t have a choice. . . ?”
He meant it. Hypothetical but it was true. What if a threat came that was too strong? What if he lost control again. What if —+
John knew that Bob wasn’t okay. He didn’t want any of this. He didn’t want to be a hero and he’s scared of hurting people. He looked into his eyes and said “look normally I hate quitters but I get you’re terrified. Plus I can’t force you to be Sentry. That’s your call not mine.”
—+ worst person to ask. But he needed to let it out. Slowly looking over his shoulder at the other, he was being serious in the question. He truly felt nerve wrecked about the whole thing.
Just putting them down, he’d look at the tray. Just second-guessing himself before looking forward again. Tapping his finger against the counter.
“Walker. Do you think I’ll ever have to be… him, again. You know— uh… Sentry.”
He had it on his mind for a bit. Maybe the —+