Right up to the edge of the camp, James held his breath. He kept waiting for the shout of alarm behind them, someone realizing something was wrong.
Even once they were in the trees, his shoulders stayed tight and his teeth ground together. It felt like he couldn't breathe properly. He doubted he'd be able to until they were back on the ship.
"Wow, okay, that was really... hey!" Palmer objected as Rory held up three fingers. "We're out of the camp, I'm not giving us away, doesn't count."
"Fine. I'll take what I can get." Rory cracked his knuckles.
"Not until we're on the ship," James snarled, temper frayed by the strain he'd been putting on himself. "There's patrols to worry about, still. Move."
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Date: 2016-06-01 04:17 am (UTC)Even once they were in the trees, his shoulders stayed tight and his teeth ground together. It felt like he couldn't breathe properly. He doubted he'd be able to until they were back on the ship.
"Wow, okay, that was really... hey!" Palmer objected as Rory held up three fingers. "We're out of the camp, I'm not giving us away, doesn't count."
"Fine. I'll take what I can get." Rory cracked his knuckles.
"Not until we're on the ship," James snarled, temper frayed by the strain he'd been putting on himself. "There's patrols to worry about, still. Move."