The Sentinels a winged victory for the sullen

he waits for the other to speak with ears perked and eyes shining, expression brightening when he finally does. the invitation is unexpected, though it's far from unwelcome. his gaze follows ford's gesture, lingering for a moment on the trees beyond the man before returning to him with no small amount of warmth and gratitude. he nods slowly, deciding immediately that he wishes to follow him; perhaps it's a foolish decision, born of some pathetic combination of loneliness and infatuation, but he's in no mood for things like logic and caution. what ford offers is a chance to build a life; a chance to belong somewhere — and isn't that what he wants?