An orgy of silence played out as Simone and Maxwell retreated in secret. Humorously, this peaceful conspiracy took place from an onlookers vantage point. Watching from relative safety as his fellow runners carried out their unseen acts. Waiting for an absolute to signal his cue to step in and try his hand. In the meantime - Maxwell thought of Simone's previously poised question. One to which he had no immediate answer to. The more thought he put into it, the more his own passions betrayed him. How was he going to explain that he is seeing someone else? Especially since they had already intimately and physically cajoled one another. Tonguing each other into bliss and back. In a rather short time period upon first meeting too.
Explosions and gunshots defile the rapturous tranquility. Ending Maxwell's reflections and causing him to stride and sit next to Simone. Together, they watched and waited for a sign or a call for help. Checking their comms as well, just in case. Nothing but a few tense moments with an awkward stillness to follow suit afterwards. He sighs a little and places a reassuring hand on Simone's thigh. Soothingly rubbing her until he could form the words to speak. Grinning laconically, he continues caressing her and says. "If all goes well and as planned then I doubt they will have much need of us. Still, we should remain vigilant as we are in case something goes horribly wrong. Which by my guess... will be very, very soon."
