[ at this point in his life, dealing with headstrong children really shouldn't be a shock, and yet somehow he always manages to feel a little blindsided. despite it all, it makes him miss being a teacher — actually being a teacher, although he knows it wasn't something he'd have been able to keep up long-term, not with the number of absences he'd had and last-minute phonecalls due to being quote-unquote sick.
which means: he hurries to the river, determined not to miss eleven, not to leave her waiting. he thinks that if he does, she'll do something reckless. something he'll end up feeling responsible for because he said the wrong thing, or wasn't quick enough, all because she's just a child and she wants to help.
he knows, loosely, what she's capable of — not with this, but in terms of sheer strength, and he knows that if it came down to it, he might not be able to stop her.
when he gets there, then, he's breathless; his eyes are wide and searching and his hair messy, as if he's just run a hand through it in a vain, vague attempt to make himself look a little more presentable and half-assed it, not entirely bothered with the result. not for the first time, he thinks that something like this would be a hell of a lot easier back in new york. ]
—Eleven! [ is what he calls out when he spots the glow of a lantern on the bridge; it's a little too far away for him to pick out details, but the likelihood of it being anyone else are pretty slim.
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which means: he hurries to the river, determined not to miss eleven, not to leave her waiting. he thinks that if he does, she'll do something reckless. something he'll end up feeling responsible for because he said the wrong thing, or wasn't quick enough, all because she's just a child and she wants to help.
he knows, loosely, what she's capable of — not with this, but in terms of sheer strength, and he knows that if it came down to it, he might not be able to stop her.
when he gets there, then, he's breathless; his eyes are wide and searching and his hair messy, as if he's just run a hand through it in a vain, vague attempt to make himself look a little more presentable and half-assed it, not entirely bothered with the result. not for the first time, he thinks that something like this would be a hell of a lot easier back in new york. ]
—Eleven! [ is what he calls out when he spots the glow of a lantern on the bridge; it's a little too far away for him to pick out details, but the likelihood of it being anyone else are pretty slim.
(he hopes.) ]