#i’d treat him so good
Ethan seemed to be equally confused when the pair couldn’t seem to locate Heisenberg within the factory. How strange? After the grilling they received for not working one would assume that he could be found lurking inside the factory, but yet to no prevail he was no where to be seen.
Ethan followed her to check outside, instantly looking out onto the horizon before noticing the male in question sitting against the wall, small flakes of falling snow beginning to rest ontop of his hat and in small curls of his hair. How long had he been sitting there?
He looked up to the pair, hearing their feet shuffle along the ground, showing his face a slight hue with the chill of the cold, blood rushing to the surface of his skin to try and keep him warm.
“I’m fine. Just like the snow.” He stated back. Though, in actuality he was just trying to unscramble his brain. So much has happened in the space of two days that he was trying to make sense of, not to mention his slight blow up which surfaced a lot of memories about his past that he would realistically wish to forget.
Mia’s brows furrowed, finding his suddenly completely calm demeanor to be off. He was ranting and raving, and extremely impatient. Now, supposedly he was just relaxing outside, enjoying the snow? It didn’t seem to add up. Was he alright?
She gave a small glance back at Ethan, before turning her attention back to Heisenberg. She moved under his hat, planting a kiss by his temple. Her hand reached down, lacing her fingers within his own. With a gentle tug, she pulled him up to his feet, bringing his hand to give the glove a kiss.
“C’mon, I don’t want you to get too cold. The last thing we need is you getting sick, right?” She asked softly, at complete ends to the almost teasing demeanor she had hours ago. Genuinely wanting to care for the massive man.
“We finished the tank, it’s all good to go,”
He attempted to keep the persona under ruse, hoping it came across that way though chances were that it didn’t. He didn’t think to consider his the sudden calming attitude would look, certain to come off as a little suspicious.
He looked up to her as she took the hat off of his head before taking hold of his hands and pulling him up gently. He grudges as he stood straight, the blonde also peering in to examine over his features.
He wondered if he was really okay, if perhaps everything really had gotten too much and it had somehow made him take a step back.
“Yeah, come on. It’s colder than a witches tit out here.”
