Bramblepoint my seat is leather,

his nose scrunched gently at lyra's comment. how passive aggressive-- well, more aggressive than anything. fuck that just made tegan so much hotter for her.

whatever, besides the point. "i'm a bad bitch," tegan muttered under his breathe, "you can't kill me." but such was a lie. tegan could very easily be killed. seriously, try it, boy would be dead in an instant. 

"it's just a, uhhhh-- head thing-- concussion thing--" he added, like he knew what the fuck he was talking about. kinda. someone else in the pack had had one, and they'd been just fine. he just couldn't remember who it had been who had a concussion. that had nothing to do with his concussion either, tegan was just forgetful. whoopsies. "i would like, appreciate that though, hydra-- and hydra 2.0... i would appreciate that," he added, a sneaky lil smile pressed onto his dumbass features. "i'll be good and live the whole trip, promise." they'd just have to deal with his motion sickness barfing. he'd try not to complain about his splitting headaches. 

oh, and hydra would unfortunately have to deal with his shit ass personality.