The resurgence of suspiciousness and anger about how much Drake knew was a welcome relief from the spiral of worry he had been heading for. He flashed bared teeth again before forcing himself to hold off. For now.
This “stranger” wasn’t looking so good and Sanzo needed his arm pieced back together. Hakkai had predicted a slow recovery for his right arm but just broken bones? That should be easier. So no pushing him yet. As much as he wanted to demand answers. With how shit he was feeling himself, just the effort of doing so might knock him out.
He wasn’t going to willingly make himself weaker. Thinking about that was handy for fueling his anger. Anger was an easier thing to feel than helplessness.
“Arm warmer,” he would have snapped but, again, it was more of a wheeze. Drake had an awful lot of knowledge about his particular clothing, worn by only five people at most at any given time. “Hand me my gun while you’re at it.”
His right arm could barely move, it was unlikely he could fire the gun with any degree of accuracy in this state, but, dammit, he’d have a weapon he could use in his hand if he could help it. Sanzo’s expression didn’t soften in the slightest at that demand. He was making it very clear how much he trusted Drake. Yes, he was going to be stuck with him for a bit while he healed up, but he wasn’t going to be happy about it.
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This “stranger” wasn’t looking so good and Sanzo needed his arm pieced back together. Hakkai had predicted a slow recovery for his right arm but just broken bones? That should be easier. So no pushing him yet. As much as he wanted to demand answers. With how shit he was feeling himself, just the effort of doing so might knock him out.
He wasn’t going to willingly make himself weaker. Thinking about that was handy for fueling his anger. Anger was an easier thing to feel than helplessness.
“Arm warmer,” he would have snapped but, again, it was more of a wheeze. Drake had an awful lot of knowledge about his particular clothing, worn by only five people at most at any given time. “Hand me my gun while you’re at it.”
His right arm could barely move, it was unlikely he could fire the gun with any degree of accuracy in this state, but, dammit, he’d have a weapon he could use in his hand if he could help it. Sanzo’s expression didn’t soften in the slightest at that demand. He was making it very clear how much he trusted Drake. Yes, he was going to be stuck with him for a bit while he healed up, but he wasn’t going to be happy about it.