“Covering us!” Minoru shouted. “How do you stop these things?!”
Either with help, or through dumb luck, he stopped and then dismounted with a leap. He dropped the oversized satchel at Donya’s feet in favor of helping his brother, who was still clutching the horse for dear life. He was pale as a sheet, gasping for breath and shaking like a phone on vibrate.
“Bro! Bro, we made it. Come on!”
“That... over? ...Safe?” The normally verbose twin couldn’t even get more than a word out at a time. And he certainly couldn’t seem to will his body to actually dismount. What Jack said about him being sore tomorrow didn’t even compare to how he felt right now.
“Almost. We just need to get inside.” He took the backpack off Isamu’s back and handed that to Donya as well. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I promise.”
“Oh god...”
“You saved my butt out there, memorizing a map of Manhattan.” Minoru insisted. “Couldn’t have made it without you counting.”
When he finally coaxed Isamu down from the horse, they sunk down to the ground, and Minoru just held him. He’d had some practice at this with Ziggy, but it probably didn’t help that his own heart was pounding just as quickly.
“Easy does it. Breathe... in, out... in and out...” he kept repeating - just as much for himself as he did for Isamu.
It wasn’t long before Jack came riding in. Isamu jerked, and Minoru held him tighter.
“It’s just Jack. He’s all right. They’re shutting the doors. We’re safe, bro... it’s okay... we’re safe.”
By the time Jack actually dismounted and the horses were all round up, the panic was beginning to subside. His voice was weak, hoarse from screaming, but he sounded a lot more like himself when he muttered, “...Minoru, while I have no intention of breaking my promise to better support you in your endeavors... can you please, please... choose at least a few less dangerous endeavors?”
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Either with help, or through dumb luck, he stopped and then dismounted with a leap. He dropped the oversized satchel at Donya’s feet in favor of helping his brother, who was still clutching the horse for dear life. He was pale as a sheet, gasping for breath and shaking like a phone on vibrate.
“Bro! Bro, we made it. Come on!”
“That... over? ...Safe?” The normally verbose twin couldn’t even get more than a word out at a time. And he certainly couldn’t seem to will his body to actually dismount. What Jack said about him being sore tomorrow didn’t even compare to how he felt right now.
“Almost. We just need to get inside.” He took the backpack off Isamu’s back and handed that to Donya as well. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I promise.”
“Oh god...”
“You saved my butt out there, memorizing a map of Manhattan.” Minoru insisted. “Couldn’t have made it without you counting.”
When he finally coaxed Isamu down from the horse, they sunk down to the ground, and Minoru just held him. He’d had some practice at this with Ziggy, but it probably didn’t help that his own heart was pounding just as quickly.
“Easy does it. Breathe... in, out... in and out...” he kept repeating - just as much for himself as he did for Isamu.
It wasn’t long before Jack came riding in. Isamu jerked, and Minoru held him tighter.
“It’s just Jack. He’s all right. They’re shutting the doors. We’re safe, bro... it’s okay... we’re safe.”
By the time Jack actually dismounted and the horses were all round up, the panic was beginning to subside. His voice was weak, hoarse from screaming, but he sounded a lot more like himself when he muttered, “...Minoru, while I have no intention of breaking my promise to better support you in your endeavors... can you please, please... choose at least a few less dangerous endeavors?”