In HYDRA, splitting hairs was a good way to keep from under another man's boot, little white lies that allowed them to negotiate around each other without violence. It was a skill mastered more for his years of service in SHIELD where the wrong word, tone or sentence could expose everyone. The game had to be played precisely. It was a habit long ingrained.
He walked back to his poor excuse for a bed and seated himself, pretending to be interested in the tape when he was far, far more interested in either staying near the glass near Wilson or wait for the alpha pointedly at the door. He had enough self-control to avoid both, to give his bond time to rush away and save them any sort of action that they would no doubt come to regret.
Could they...? No, they couldn't. In the truck, they had proven how bad it had been, how strong the tide was that would swallow them both if they just let it happen.
"I am," he said simply. "I figure us being thrown together and then suddenly parted again helped, though... you can't deny that you almost rutted in the van. You considered biting me. If my brain picked that up, you can't damn well be sure my body did."
He was so screwed. He needed those suppressants badly if he was going to head this off. He doubted anyone as severely and chronically bond starved as he was was going to get what he wanted, not when it played most into the hands of the people wanting answers. He wondered if Wilson was also showing signs of bond starvation. He knew alphas could, but it was after a life-bond, wasn't it?
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He walked back to his poor excuse for a bed and seated himself, pretending to be interested in the tape when he was far, far more interested in either staying near the glass near Wilson or wait for the alpha pointedly at the door. He had enough self-control to avoid both, to give his bond time to rush away and save them any sort of action that they would no doubt come to regret.
Could they...? No, they couldn't. In the truck, they had proven how bad it had been, how strong the tide was that would swallow them both if they just let it happen.
"I am," he said simply. "I figure us being thrown together and then suddenly parted again helped, though... you can't deny that you almost rutted in the van. You considered biting me. If my brain picked that up, you can't damn well be sure my body did."
He was so screwed. He needed those suppressants badly if he was going to head this off. He doubted anyone as severely and chronically bond starved as he was was going to get what he wanted, not when it played most into the hands of the people wanting answers. He wondered if Wilson was also showing signs of bond starvation. He knew alphas could, but it was after a life-bond, wasn't it?