[Sands is honestly lucky to even be where he is right now.
He survived his eyes being brutally removed, followed shortly by several gunshot wounds that have left him stiff and uncomfortable half the time. On top of that, he knows the CIA might come after him to finish him off at any point... they've just chosen not to considering his sorry state.
Maybe. Who knows if there are ulterior motives? Having been an agent until recently, he knows there's usually a reason to keep someone alive when they should be dead.
Sands knows he should be grateful to be alive and back in the states, but goddamn, it fucking sucks to be in this state. He's taken to wrapping gentle fabric around his head to cover his eye sockets most of the time since it's more comfortable than sunglasses. But since they're going out tonight, he swaps the two for a better look.
Sunglasses, a sweater (who knows what color), and some jeans. Nothing flashy. Not since he's trying to lie low.
Cologne has become a real necessity lately, so he has some of that on too. He can still sense Matt coming before he knocks on the door. Strange, that. Keeping his items in the same spot has become vital, making it easier to prepare to go out when he finally answers the knock. He'll be damned if he walks around with a cane (still in that stubborn phase), so there's a lot of wall touching wherever he goes.]
Ready as I'll ever be.
[He shuts the door and fumbles to lock it. Each little thing feels like a success, at least. Look at him, locking a door! Great...]
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He survived his eyes being brutally removed, followed shortly by several gunshot wounds that have left him stiff and uncomfortable half the time. On top of that, he knows the CIA might come after him to finish him off at any point... they've just chosen not to considering his sorry state.
Maybe. Who knows if there are ulterior motives? Having been an agent until recently, he knows there's usually a reason to keep someone alive when they should be dead.
Sands knows he should be grateful to be alive and back in the states, but goddamn, it fucking sucks to be in this state. He's taken to wrapping gentle fabric around his head to cover his eye sockets most of the time since it's more comfortable than sunglasses. But since they're going out tonight, he swaps the two for a better look.
Sunglasses, a sweater (who knows what color), and some jeans. Nothing flashy. Not since he's trying to lie low.
Cologne has become a real necessity lately, so he has some of that on too. He can still sense Matt coming before he knocks on the door. Strange, that. Keeping his items in the same spot has become vital, making it easier to prepare to go out when he finally answers the knock. He'll be damned if he walks around with a cane (still in that stubborn phase), so there's a lot of wall touching wherever he goes.]
Ready as I'll ever be.
[He shuts the door and fumbles to lock it. Each little thing feels like a success, at least. Look at him, locking a door! Great...]
Let's go.