[ Jack arrives just in time to prevent something tragic from happening, taking on the majority of Winston's weight as the gorilla struggles to push through that feeling that his legs are made of jelly. This entire situation is so surreal that a part of him still wonders if he's dreaming or hallucinating, but he'll go along with it for now.
If it isn't real, he'll wake up on the table feeling gutted. If it is real, then it's in his best interest to cooperate.
He watches as the other figure moves ahead of them, still trying to figure out if she's really Ana or if that's only wishful thinking. Speaking is still a struggle, but he registers the rough cadence of Jack's words.
Big guy. Jack hadn't called him that often, usually going with something a little more professional when they worked together, but it had cropped up from time to time, when he was feeling a little more relaxed. It's nice to hear it again.
They begin to move and Winston does his best to help with the effort, to put one foot in front of the other so that Jack doesn't have to literally drag him. He focuses on the glowing red of the visor, an anchor of sorts when his vision is still blurred at the edges. ]
Why are you doing this?
[ He has to know, even though he can already guess he won't get a straight answer. ]
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If it isn't real, he'll wake up on the table feeling gutted. If it is real, then it's in his best interest to cooperate.
He watches as the other figure moves ahead of them, still trying to figure out if she's really Ana or if that's only wishful thinking. Speaking is still a struggle, but he registers the rough cadence of Jack's words.
Big guy. Jack hadn't called him that often, usually going with something a little more professional when they worked together, but it had cropped up from time to time, when he was feeling a little more relaxed. It's nice to hear it again.
They begin to move and Winston does his best to help with the effort, to put one foot in front of the other so that Jack doesn't have to literally drag him. He focuses on the glowing red of the visor, an anchor of sorts when his vision is still blurred at the edges. ]
Why are you doing this?
[ He has to know, even though he can already guess he won't get a straight answer. ]