[It's automatic, his step forward. Alex's movements are smooth, now; he's fit into the role, he's comfortable in it because he needs to be. Because Ben is depending on him. And because, whether he wants to admit it or not, this is something he can do. He just has to stop thinking about it sometimes.]
[The new suit is smooth, well-designed, nearly perfect. The whir precedes the blast by only a tiny fraction of a second, and it's quiet enough that it won't alert anyone with ordinary senses. Ben will hear; Alex will be focused on the heat of his skin, the need to aim perfectly. His existence narrows to this one thing.]
[Breathe. Aim. Go.]
[He lifts a hand to waist height, palm flat to the ground, gestures back slightly at Ben, and blasts. The sound is devastating, but Alex doesn't let it throw him - as soon as recoil's passed, as soon as the smoke is clear, he goes, trusting to Ben to follow him.]
[ Spam ]
[The new suit is smooth, well-designed, nearly perfect. The whir precedes the blast by only a tiny fraction of a second, and it's quiet enough that it won't alert anyone with ordinary senses. Ben will hear; Alex will be focused on the heat of his skin, the need to aim perfectly. His existence narrows to this one thing.]
[Breathe. Aim. Go.]
[He lifts a hand to waist height, palm flat to the ground, gestures back slightly at Ben, and blasts. The sound is devastating, but Alex doesn't let it throw him - as soon as recoil's passed, as soon as the smoke is clear, he goes, trusting to Ben to follow him.]