Chapter 12
Anthony nodded at Patrick. He couldn't make himself to speak up. He wasn't exactly embarrassed, though some confusion was present.
Patrick would've blushed if he wasn't nearly frozen to stiff. He'd sensed the boy's eyes boring into him but he didn't feel anything about it. Maybe the cold was to blame but Jane doubted that.
So he did only thing that was more important.
Anthony, with the help of Patrick, had managed to make his way back to the door. Something about the structure had bugged him before so he decided to return to that.
There wasn't anything particulary interesting unless he could dissect it piece by piece. But for that he needed more energy. Unless he knew how to borrow it from the blonde without killing him.
"So?" Jane asked getting impatient again. He felt irritated being locked up for so long. Miraculously he didn't feel that frozen anymore.
"Patience, my fellow hostage, patience." the boy replied, eyes closed, hands placed over the metal surface.
"Fair enough." Patrick mumbled amused. In reversed roles it'd be his exact answer. It made a smirk to creep onto his lips.
"Alright. I think I can do it. I just need a little bit of your energy." Tony announced after a moment of silence.
"My what?" did he hear right? His energy? What that supposed to mean?
"Exactly what you heard. A bit of your energy. I'm too exhausted for this alone." he dared shot a glance at Patrick.
Jane just stared back. Was this guy serious?
"I know it sounds weird but I need your help. I can barely stand and the pain can return full blow any moment. Please, Patrick." Anthony was begging now. The determination and bit of desperation evident.
"Alright. If that's only way to get us out." blonde man shrugged. Heck with that, he'd do anything to see the sun again.
With a nod the other man turned back to container wall and put one of his hands on Patrick's shoulder. "Ready?"