[ He held the kiss, but the rush of bubbles against Mitch's face accompanied the controlled, deliberate release of his breath. Emptying his lungs. He could remember drowning, and every instinct he had screamed against it, but he forced the motion anyway. He could manage that much control over himself, if nothing else.
For a long moment, it's nothing but his lips pressed against Mitch's, his eyes open underwater. His lungs scream for him to take a breath, and he does water choking him -- and something in him shifts gears, responds to the threat to his life, and his friend's.
It's enough. Adrenalin rushes through him, and his arm wraps around Mitch with bruising strength as he wrenches him close and kicks the wall, metal hull splitting like the skin of an overripe fruit. He drags them free of the wreck, still running on the high of his powers right up until his head breaks the surface and he coughs and chokes on the seawater he's inhaled, body humming from overexertion. He barely has the presence of mind to hang on to Mitch and make sure he's afloat, but the motions weren't enough to dislodge his grip on his shoulder. Shockingly enough. ]
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For a long moment, it's nothing but his lips pressed against Mitch's, his eyes open underwater. His lungs scream for him to take a breath, and he does water choking him -- and something in him shifts gears, responds to the threat to his life, and his friend's.
It's enough. Adrenalin rushes through him, and his arm wraps around Mitch with bruising strength as he wrenches him close and kicks the wall, metal hull splitting like the skin of an overripe fruit. He drags them free of the wreck, still running on the high of his powers right up until his head breaks the surface and he coughs and chokes on the seawater he's inhaled, body humming from overexertion. He barely has the presence of mind to hang on to Mitch and make sure he's afloat, but the motions weren't enough to dislodge his grip on his shoulder. Shockingly enough. ]