On The Way

Everything was pretty much a blur for the next hour. Everyone bustled around, packing their individual bags. While he was packing, Wuming couldn't stop the string of curses under his breath.

"It's going to be fine," Addison told him, like it was any comfort.

"You don't understand!" Wuming said, agitated. "He might know how to fight but Qing Lok was never a fighter. Have you soon him working out while you're here? No. His main job is to stay behind the computer and let Chen and I handle the rest." Wuming zipped his bag harshly that he almost skinned his fingers in the process.

Addison held on his bicep, it was hard as a rock while his whole body was tensed. "He's going to be fine."

"We don't know that," he answered with a sigh, forcing himself to calm down. 

"He's your brother. He has survival instincts. Surely, if he felt something was off he would steer clear off the way."