David Haller (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} xgene) wrote, |
Because yes, the cheerleading squad would give them both grey hairs. If David did ever decide to grow a beard, it'd probably already have grey in it from all the special kind of stress his fractured mind laid on him for stupid reasons that were just so him. But they did all support Syd, all loved her, and all would do everything in their power (as four-in-one, or individually) to take care of her and do what they could.
The cheeky comment though, that had brows rising and eyes widening a little, as was his usual response. "Cheeky." So saucy, so ridiculous. But always striking all the same. Striking and amusing, because soon enough he was shaking his head and grinning again.
Grins, laughter, deep breaths. Eyes closed to keep semblance of balance, and maybe kinda do something close to praying (not quite, but enthusiastic hoping? very much yes). Then, eyes opened... there was Syd. Syd-as-Syd. Positions where they were before, but themselves again. The blanket fort suddenly seemed that little bit smaller, not unpleasantly so -- in fact, he found it even more pleasant this way. Because this was more how his brain recognized that it should be based on the body he'd lived in for so long.
"Told you you could do it." It'd almost be a sassy comment were it not for the complete and utter confidence he'd had before, much of that fitting into his tone now. As for the next trick, the minds of those around them, David reached out, looking around as well to match up to where everyone was. Their bodies. Their minds.
"Looks like they might need a helping hand still," he offered, looking back to Syd with a smile, so very glad to see the beautiful woman he loved again. To admire her and get all dopey as he often did looking at her. "Whatever you did? It worked like a charm for us. Give it another go." Maybe it didn't need proximity, maybe, as Cary said, there was more to the mind of this than they thought.