Pratt is... not listening to Ava at all. The only thing he's thinking about is what if this is permanent. What if Sharky is just gone. Forever. What would he even do at that point? What's even.... it should have been him. No one would have missed him or noticed and maybe then he'd at least have a worthwhile purpose other than just mindless killing.
His little depression spiral is interrupted by Ava grinding her foot right through his torso and he yelps louder than he intended. It takes a few seconds of blinking before he comes back to actually being present in the moment and listening to what she's saying.
"I... didn't lie?" He sounds more confused than anything, but he struggles to his feet, not looking at Sharky, never once glancing at his friend as he staggers off to go find something to deal with that neck wound. He's not even sure what he would lie about, the fact he was going to kill Pickles? She literally saw him doing just that ten seconds ago.
He limps towards a rack of costumes, hoping to find some sort of mummy outfit that he can use the gauze off of. It'll be a second because as soon as he's out of sight of the two of them he bursts into tears and has to curl over the shelving and wrap his arms around his head to tamp it all down. Silently.
When he comes back he wordlessly kneels down next to Pickles. Sharky. All that Search and Rescue training paying off as he quietly tends to that wound in his neck. He's already a fucking disaster, so what if his eyes are all red now. He doesn't care. Don't look at him.
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His little depression spiral is interrupted by Ava grinding her foot right through his torso and he yelps louder than he intended. It takes a few seconds of blinking before he comes back to actually being present in the moment and listening to what she's saying.
"I... didn't lie?" He sounds more confused than anything, but he struggles to his feet, not looking at Sharky, never once glancing at his friend as he staggers off to go find something to deal with that neck wound. He's not even sure what he would lie about, the fact he was going to kill Pickles? She literally saw him doing just that ten seconds ago.
He limps towards a rack of costumes, hoping to find some sort of mummy outfit that he can use the gauze off of. It'll be a second because as soon as he's out of sight of the two of them he bursts into tears and has to curl over the shelving and wrap his arms around his head to tamp it all down. Silently.
When he comes back he wordlessly kneels down next to Pickles. Sharky. All that Search and Rescue training paying off as he quietly tends to that wound in his neck. He's already a fucking disaster, so what if his eyes are all red now. He doesn't care. Don't look at him.