He could hear Lola, feeling the wind rush past his prone form as she finished off the remaining thugs with great retribution.
But soon enough he felt her hands on him, lifting him, turning him, until he was on his back. And slowly he opened his eyes to see her face.
Well, at least if he was dead he would leave this world with a last lovely view. It would be a shame if they never got to make up though. She might have been mad at him, but he doubted it would have been enough to end their friendship. Over a little lecture? Lola could be impetuous, but she wasn't stupid.
He looked down at the gun in his hands. He'd frozen the barrel, and there was a bullet extended an inch or two from it as well. He'd frozen the barrel and the bullet apparently. It was a damn close call it seemed, but he wasn't hurt.
He smirked up at Lola when he finally realized he would be totally fine. At least this time.
"I wasn't expecting that to get so dangerous so quickly. I was a lot closer to dying this time than the first time I saved you." He noted with a chuckle referring to when he'd come to save her even after she rejected him as her bodyguard. What was up with that anyway? He hoped this wasn't going to become a phenomenon. Having Lola push him away only for something nearly terrible to happen to her soon after. He didn't want that to become a pattern.
"Are you okay?" He asked lifting a hand to her face, using a thumb to gently brush the tears from one cheek as he looked up into her eyes. Concerned for her still. She seemed fine physically. But clearly was not doing well emotionally. Had she thought he was dead? Well, he could not deny it was a close call.
WC: 370/4,108