[He registered the twitch of that hand first, glancing up to see the unconscious man's eyes open, and the look that he saw would have made his blood run cold if he still had any. "Shit. Shit." He turned to warn the Vash up front and found himself face to face with him having already noticed and looked back, and the look on his face was...similar. But so decidedly different, he wasn't sure what to make of the weird sort of way it made him want to laugh and get out of the way at the exact same time.
There was also, obviously, something going on behind those eyes that made him shunt that thought to the back of his head and also keep very quiet for a moment before he phased through - and somewhat around, as much as he could to avoid phasing through his living counterpart - the front seat so he could whisper to the Wolfwood up front.]
He's conscious. Keep driving, be quiet. I think your Blondie is doin' something. If he tries anything, I'll do what I can to stop him so he doesn't get to you. [And then he was dropping back into the floorboard of the back seat, no longer lounging but crouching on his knees and staring at the reclining man, thankful for once that he wasn't corporeal and didn't have to worry about things like squeezing his limbs into tight spaces when he could just phase through the seats altogether.]
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There was also, obviously, something going on behind those eyes that made him shunt that thought to the back of his head and also keep very quiet for a moment before he phased through - and somewhat around, as much as he could to avoid phasing through his living counterpart - the front seat so he could whisper to the Wolfwood up front.]
He's conscious. Keep driving, be quiet. I think your Blondie is doin' something. If he tries anything, I'll do what I can to stop him so he doesn't get to you. [And then he was dropping back into the floorboard of the back seat, no longer lounging but crouching on his knees and staring at the reclining man, thankful for once that he wasn't corporeal and didn't have to worry about things like squeezing his limbs into tight spaces when he could just phase through the seats altogether.]