[ to be fair, ethan isn't trying to maintain eye contact. he's just pointedly not looking at anything that might be over will's shoulder as he starts to shrug out of the ragged yellow jacket. he uses the motion to conceal-- not from will, but from a taller eyeline-- the action of switching his handgun to the small of his back, tucked into the belt. he throws will a meaningful glance, which hopefully communicates 'don't say anything but there is absolutely something behind you, man.' ]
Sounds like a good id--
[ ah shit. feathers. to ethan's mind, that only means one thing, and it's real bad. ]
Nope, [ he says, almost manic with suppressed energy suddenly. ] We're gonna both leave, come on, don't look at her.
[ he grabs for will's arm, fully intending to drag him up if he has to. ]
no subject
Sounds like a good id--
[ ah shit. feathers. to ethan's mind, that only means one thing, and it's real bad. ]
Nope, [ he says, almost manic with suppressed energy suddenly. ] We're gonna both leave, come on, don't look at her.
[ he grabs for will's arm, fully intending to drag him up if he has to. ]