Calm Like A Bomb ~ rp for blackhole_revel & cant_stand_up
With a heavy set of footsteps Grant led the way to the training room. If they were going to do this, he was going to do this in as 'smart' of a manner as he could. Things that followed Mercy's crazy ideas usually led to some sort of mistake. He wanted the advantage of pinning any of those mistakes on himself. Or that they were only training.
Training was always fun for him. It was the closest thing he could do to hanging out so to speak with his team mates, particularly Mercy or Lauren. Of course he always had to hold back because he was a man. Much bigger, stronger, etc. But they did just fine on their own knowing their hand to hand skills. It was like a game for them, Mercy and he. Whenever they were stressed or bored sparing had always been the go-to activity to help cheer them up and get them going again. Grant never dreamt of fighting her for real. And he didn't understand why she wanted to either. But if it was going to help whatever bad state of mind she was in the he would do it for her. She had been more than a best friend to him, and he'd be damned if he let her go pick a fight with anyone else.
Shrugging off his jacket, Grant moved his neck to the side in a few places to stretch and crack it, before moving back to the mat to stand a few paces in front of her. Despite the things she'd said he didn't want to fight her. He knew she was only battling something internally. Still. He felt the need to give her a chance to change her mind. People made reckless decisions when they were upset.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Training was always fun for him. It was the closest thing he could do to hanging out so to speak with his team mates, particularly Mercy or Lauren. Of course he always had to hold back because he was a man. Much bigger, stronger, etc. But they did just fine on their own knowing their hand to hand skills. It was like a game for them, Mercy and he. Whenever they were stressed or bored sparing had always been the go-to activity to help cheer them up and get them going again. Grant never dreamt of fighting her for real. And he didn't understand why she wanted to either. But if it was going to help whatever bad state of mind she was in the he would do it for her. She had been more than a best friend to him, and he'd be damned if he let her go pick a fight with anyone else.
Shrugging off his jacket, Grant moved his neck to the side in a few places to stretch and crack it, before moving back to the mat to stand a few paces in front of her. Despite the things she'd said he didn't want to fight her. He knew she was only battling something internally. Still. He felt the need to give her a chance to change her mind. People made reckless decisions when they were upset.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"