[ it takes him a full second - right up until yves is climbing up the roof - to actually notice he's there. startled out of it, he looks at him, almost instinctively reaching out to offer to help. ]
Yves, your injuries...
[ but he's already up before there's much to do of it. he holds onto the blanket with his other hand, just looking beyond tired, brows knit together now in faint concern, and after a long moment, he settles back. ]
... I'm... [ what does he want. does that actually matter? it normally never does. ] ... Either.
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Yves, your injuries...
[ but he's already up before there's much to do of it. he holds onto the blanket with his other hand, just looking beyond tired, brows knit together now in faint concern, and after a long moment, he settles back. ]
... I'm... [ what does he want. does that actually matter? it normally never does. ] ... Either.
[ softer: ] ...I'm glad you're alright.