"You helped. It matters to me, more than I can say." Thor gives one more squeeze and drops his hand from Prometheus' shoulder, and looks at his own palms as his friend speaks of his own lingering fears, slowly flexing them into fists and back again.
It's little surprise that Prometheus would be reminded of his own pain at the sight of an eagle, and there's sympathy on Thor's face, along with an understanding. He lets out a mostly humorless chuckle, under his breath. "I hate seatbelts. I'd rather travel a handful of miles by Bifrost than get in a car." Strange to have such little, innocent things that bring back such terrible memories. Like seatbelts, and eagles, and fighting a giant.
He takes in a breath and lets it out with deliberation, then turns to face his friend more directly. "So... I think we need a change in how we're sparring." Much as he dreads risking a repeat of the incident, the experience had been enjoyable up until then, and now that he's had a taste of his old self again, Thor is reluctant to run from it. That sort of stubbornness is part of his old self, too, no longer crutched under the haze of drink.
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It's little surprise that Prometheus would be reminded of his own pain at the sight of an eagle, and there's sympathy on Thor's face, along with an understanding. He lets out a mostly humorless chuckle, under his breath. "I hate seatbelts. I'd rather travel a handful of miles by Bifrost than get in a car." Strange to have such little, innocent things that bring back such terrible memories. Like seatbelts, and eagles, and fighting a giant.
He takes in a breath and lets it out with deliberation, then turns to face his friend more directly. "So... I think we need a change in how we're sparring." Much as he dreads risking a repeat of the incident, the experience had been enjoyable up until then, and now that he's had a taste of his old self again, Thor is reluctant to run from it. That sort of stubbornness is part of his old self, too, no longer crutched under the haze of drink.