For the last three months back home, and for the ten days that he's been in the City, he'd given up his nightly gargoyle routine of perching on rooftops, listening for crime, and running to save anyone who needs saving.
He'd given it up.
But the sound of Claire Temple? He'd recognize the beat of her heart, the lingering smell of that hospital, and the sound of her voice — he'd recognize all of that from anywhere. Even from blocks away, he's cautiously excited when he senses her presence, but as he stops tuning out the full cacophony of voices, that excitement warps into concern as he hears her say Back off.
By the time she yells for help, he's already swerved into an alley and broken into a full run, hands deftly folding up his cane as he prepares to jump an upcoming gate. Thirty seconds Claire. Hold on for thirty seconds. That's all he needs.
lol of course you would do this to me
He'd given it up.
But the sound of Claire Temple? He'd recognize the beat of her heart, the lingering smell of that hospital, and the sound of her voice — he'd recognize all of that from anywhere. Even from blocks away, he's cautiously excited when he senses her presence, but as he stops tuning out the full cacophony of voices, that excitement warps into concern as he hears her say Back off.
By the time she yells for help, he's already swerved into an alley and broken into a full run, hands deftly folding up his cane as he prepares to jump an upcoming gate. Thirty seconds Claire. Hold on for thirty seconds. That's all he needs.