taxi driver ( 1976 ) / accepting / @silverheartsilverskin .
they’re stuck in a downpour : beaten, battered, and soaking wet. his radar sense is dampened slightly, what with the fat drops of water hitting the pavement at the speed of light — but that’s not his biggest concern. he’s vaguely aware of his own dislocated soulder ( he’s used to the pain by now, though. obviously. ) and ragged breath, and the squeak of the rusted metal they’ve chosen to hide beneath. ( a fire escape, it must be. ) the topic of conversation the silver lining has chosen is— well. he gets it. the guys they fought were hard on her. he showed up to help in the middle of the fight, but he heard enough.
comforting others is not quite his forte, though. especially not people he doesn’t actually know — but even though she’s kind of been a thorn in his side since day one, he’s grown used to another guarding presence in his neighborhood. it makes him feel less alone and incapable of helping everyone. perhaps his attitude towards her has done the opposite for her, though. he feels bad.
still, he does not know how to express that, so he sucks in a deep breath, and lets one corner of his lips curl upward. they’re standing side to side in the pouring rain — he bumps his good shoulder against hers lightly, and decides to lighten up the mood. ‘ i guess we’re getting quite comfy with each other at this point, huh, silver ? ’ a pause. ‘ you’re not alone now. ’ he clears his throat. ‘ —— anyway, you ever put someone’s shoulder back in place ? ‘cause i’m gonna need your help with that. ’
turns to the side he’s on/ this is my i’ll fuk u up face
