admittedly this isn't that weird if only because he hung out with anders yesterday - the initial sight does get a little wave of confusion from taair as he's rounding the corner, but after a moment, it smooths out, softening into worry and ruefulness, edged by the usual warmth.
approaching, he calls out: ] Fidelio...? [ and reaches to set a hand very gently against an injured spot on his back, not trying to startle him but trying to at least get him to stop staring at the sink like there's a demon about to pop out of it. ] Is everything alright...?
[ the vibes are just very nervous but at least (after the initial panic spike) they're mellowing out a little now that he's looking at taair instead of the sink drain. ]
I suppose I could try to carry you, but it would be embarrassing for the both of us... [ okay that's a joke, if the faint twinkle in his eye is any indication - he steps up easily next to him, and offers his arm. ]
You can lean on me as much as you like. I don't mind at all.
[ that's 100% true actually he weighs like ten pounds soaking wet
but he does seem amused by the idea, and easily lets fidelio lean on him - once he settles, he curls his hand lightly in the back of his clothes, stabilizing with his arm as they slowly, slowly get away from the accursed sink. he'd like to ask, but he can also... at least kind of assume...
off they go! walking slowly, but towards the exit. ]
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admittedly this isn't that weird if only because he hung out with anders yesterday - the initial sight does get a little wave of confusion from taair as he's rounding the corner, but after a moment, it smooths out, softening into worry and ruefulness, edged by the usual warmth.
approaching, he calls out: ] Fidelio...? [ and reaches to set a hand very gently against an injured spot on his back, not trying to startle him but trying to at least get him to stop staring at the sink like there's a demon about to pop out of it. ] Is everything alright...?
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Huh? [ blinks ] Ah... yeah, it's fine.
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Lost in thought? [ lightly, and then ] My apologies - I didn't mean to startle.
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[ the vibes are just very nervous but at least (after the initial panic spike) they're mellowing out a little now that he's looking at taair instead of the sink drain. ]
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hmm. noted! there's a faint note of a relief in his own emotions too, blink and you'll miss it. ] I'll do my best. [ not to worry, that is. but. ]
Are you feeling up to a walk? I don't know about you, but I thought I could use a bit of fresh air.
[ let's get away from the sink, actually? ]
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...Gonna be a lot more of a limp than a walk, but. If you don't mind me leanin' on you too much.
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I suppose I could try to carry you, but it would be embarrassing for the both of us... [ okay that's a joke, if the faint twinkle in his eye is any indication - he steps up easily next to him, and offers his arm. ]
You can lean on me as much as you like. I don't mind at all.
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[ honestly he thinks he might have a better chance of being able to carry taair, even with the injuries...
so he will lean. ]
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but he does seem amused by the idea, and easily lets fidelio lean on him - once he settles, he curls his hand lightly in the back of his clothes, stabilizing with his arm as they slowly, slowly get away from the accursed sink. he'd like to ask, but he can also... at least kind of assume...
off they go! walking slowly, but towards the exit. ]
How's your pain today? Any better or worse...?