"It's too easy. I'm used to the full body physicality. None of this Tony Stark video game point your hand and shoot shit."
Meditative. His draw weight is frankly ridiculous, and even though he never even graduated high school, he can still do lightning fast calculations in his head, angles, wind speeds. It's not numbers to him, just feeling. Look one way and point the bow another. Breathe. Hold it tight and let it go with the whole of his self.
He's still good with a gun, of course. He doesn't miss. Knows how to pick his shots. Has been good ever since he was a kid.
It's a distraction if he wants it, he knows. He's not sure if he wants it, because if they veer off, he might not want to come back to this.
"Didn't really intend for this to be a therapy session, you know." Middle ground. Not veer off entirely, but accept this for what it is instead of something else vaguely awful falling out of his mouth.
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Meditative. His draw weight is frankly ridiculous, and even though he never even graduated high school, he can still do lightning fast calculations in his head, angles, wind speeds. It's not numbers to him, just feeling. Look one way and point the bow another. Breathe. Hold it tight and let it go with the whole of his self.
He's still good with a gun, of course. He doesn't miss. Knows how to pick his shots. Has been good ever since he was a kid.
It's a distraction if he wants it, he knows. He's not sure if he wants it, because if they veer off, he might not want to come back to this.
"Didn't really intend for this to be a therapy session, you know." Middle ground. Not veer off entirely, but accept this for what it is instead of something else vaguely awful falling out of his mouth.