As they were limping along to the bench, her hand was trailing the front of his chest. But he could also see her respond somewhat as she looked down. She had seen his obvious excitement, there was little he could do to hide it anyway. For her, perhaps it was a sense of observation from working on projects, or given to her by her upbringing. For the man she was trying to prop up, it came from a long training and a bundle of experience. When you were entering a village in the remote areas of Afghanistan, you had to sense if the man that was watching you was just a lookout for a terrorist attack, or just a farmer wondering what these foreigners were doing on his plot of land. More than once his observational skills had had saved his life. It was a subconscious thing. When sitting in a restaurant he would subconsciously make up a profile of each and every patron, age, marriage, background. All sorts of factors would come into play; quality of clothing, wedding bands, even the way someone did his or her hair could tell you a lot about the person.<br/><br/>So yes, he noticed she noticed he had noticed etcetera etcetera.<br/><br/>Friendly, worried, that were his first impressions when he saw her. Perhaps, just perhaps, one would paste those qualities on him too. At least in a distant past. He wanted to reach his goal, to reclaim the bracelet that would further increase his powers, that would grant him answers. He had been trained to be a tough cookie. But this was different. Perhaps he already felt protective of her. That she belonged to some inner circle whom should and would be treated differently than those opposing him or his goals.<br/><br/>When he nearly tumbled down onto the bench, he took her along with him. They ended up close, but was it closer than they had been as she helped him hop along the track? God. Her hip was next to his. He never thought a touch could be so intoxicating. Then again, it was probably the boatload of spells he had used to get her into this state. She seemed resilient though, warding off most of her deeper feelings for ones of care and worry… He chuckled when she made her little joke. A low, gentle sound. That warm vibrato of his reaching her ears. For a moment he looked around him. It was a pretty park. Right here you had no idea that houses were so close. The sounds of the city seemed dimmed, nearly nonexistent. A sigh passed over his lips as he seemed to settle down, relax, his shoulders no longer cringed up in pain, trying to calm his body down to a more Zen state. She could hear him deliberately slowing his breath, as his training kicked it without him even noticing it.<br/><br/>He turned his face towards hers as she spoke to him again. His right brow arching up as she spoke about her room mate. “A stretcher? You girls keep a stretcher your place? I wonder what you use that for… perhaps to abduct unsuspecting males in the park, huh?”. With that he took her cue to look around. This area of the park a little higher to overlook the ocean. A perfect line of sight. Another slow sigh passed his lips as he now hung more against the backrest of the bench. Still uncomfortable, that much was clear, but taking the weight of that foot had helped. Her advice was taken too, he turning towards her and settling his calf on top of her leg. With that too it was obvious he couldn’t hold a sitting position, so he stretched himself out. That meant his shirt tightening over his chest, even showing the ripple of his abs through the tight cocoon his upper body was wrapped in.<br/><br/>An annoying little sound disturbing his thoughts as her phone went berserk. He chuckled as he heard the heated questions from her roommate, muffled and far away, he couldn’t make out the words but it was obvious her friend was worried. When Amber tried to calm her down, he chuckled. Mother Hen. Well, well… he wondered. If it was that roommate he had seen on the pictures, perhaps a few more spells were in order. No matter how much the ricochet of those spells would inflict him, it might just bond both of them closer to his person.<br/><br/>He laughed, when she spoke. Ah. The effect was there. You wish you were the crutch. He was trying to angle his hips down a bit to not make the jerk that ran through that hardon too obvious. It were her words that interconnected in his mind to form some images of her riding ‘the crutch’ (ohhhh cheesy). Perhaps Sera could hear the low rumble of his voice too. The laugh wasn’t too hard, and ended up in a jerk of his leg as he had pulled up his ankle a bit and got an obvious jolt of pain. “Ah… ah… haha… that was a good one. Such a pretty crutch too…’ he winked at her. For that wink he had half come up and then dropped down again.<br/><br/>“I think I’ll be all right…. Maybe I can walk within half an hour of this…. Else… Ah… your humor will pull me through, I’m sure.” A grin suddenly appearing on face, pearly whites showing. He pushed his arms up, bending his elbows and settling his hands on the back of his head, using them as a pillow. His eyes closing for the moment. Breath slowing down yet again. For a second he thought he’d doze off.