Deep down, Sparrow knew this was wrong. As the car pulled in, he had the faintest sense that they had taken the wrong turn miles ago and, in his strange haze, had completely forgotten to say something about it… If he was supposed to say anything anyway. Looking up as she got out of the car, his eyes briefly glanced down at his now free hand. Automatically, his other hand went from the door’s handle and he thought about getting out of the car. It was a normal course of action–when a car parked, you generally got out right? Yet there was a hammering in his chest like he was supposed to get out.
But just as that thought was rising, he lost grip of the handle. Rising, came the panic from deep in his gut. He wanted to run, to get past her and just keep going until he ran out of road. And maybe even then, just keep moving after that, by the sheer force of will…
However, once her hands were on him, any thought of that flew right out the window. He blinked a few times, as if adjusting to a new light, before nodding slowly in response. Then, without another bit of hesitation to speak of, he stood up and followed her ever so obediently.
Most of the words she said didn’t make it much through the haze in his mind. Granted, he had enough of it to at least turn and recognize that she was speaking—nod when necessary and smile when it seemed that he, well, had to. But beyond that, he really wasn’t here. Not really. Instead, he was lost somewhere else yet all the same not too concerned about the fact that he had no clue why or where he was.
The only time he was piqued back into his conscious mind was when she placed that kiss on his lips. There was no enjoyment in it–not for him. In fact, he had been ready to resist it when it first came. However, within the first few seconds, that was completely forgotten and he simply.. fell into the moment.
When she pulled away, he drew a slow breath to steady himself as the mist thickened. He paused a moment, not to resist, but to readjust himself to think clearly enough to walk in a straight line. Questions were being directed his way and, with the few seconds it took to process, he decided to nod slowly in response to her question.