Deacon stands at the entrance, arms folded for a moment, exhaling slowly. It's hard to think when everything is going so terribly wrong today. There's a moment of hesitation, but Deacon sighs and moves forward, flickering through the steam until it seems he's part of it. It's strange and natural, and he doesn't really realize it's happening since he is so focused on just getting the job done.
When he solidifies next to the machine, he begins to peel the wet shirt from his back. It's fine. Danse has worn less clothing for the entirety of the day, but it does reveal a number of scars left from the weapons Danse would have seen in those memories, as well as a ginger happy trail. It isn't that the other man should need these at confirmation that Deacon was indeed the man in those visions, but this makes it clear as day.
He carefully drapes the wet shirt over the places he'll need to grasp, which causes the metal to hiss as it's slightly cooled, although he has to work quickly, since the shirt won't provide much protection for long.
"Do you think it'll break if I muscle it?" he shouts over the hiss of steam.
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When he solidifies next to the machine, he begins to peel the wet shirt from his back. It's fine. Danse has worn less clothing for the entirety of the day, but it does reveal a number of scars left from the weapons Danse would have seen in those memories, as well as a ginger happy trail. It isn't that the other man should need these at confirmation that Deacon was indeed the man in those visions, but this makes it clear as day.
He carefully drapes the wet shirt over the places he'll need to grasp, which causes the metal to hiss as it's slightly cooled, although he has to work quickly, since the shirt won't provide much protection for long.
"Do you think it'll break if I muscle it?" he shouts over the hiss of steam.