[ He lets her drag him up and along without much effort, although it does take him a tug to turn away from the lifeless form. With all the dead bodies he's seen, god almighty it should never get any easier, that would be even more terrifying, but he can never help wondering if it ever gets any less... bone-chillingly cold. It's worse than novocaine, numbing every thought that comes and goes. ]
[ She's doing it again—she hasn't shut out, but she's shutting down, automatic gestures, making lists. Whatever it takes to get from point A to point B. And for right now, it's probably what they need; he'll drift along without argument, save for, ]
We'll figure out what to do with her... [ It's about the firmest thing he's said since he'd screamed bloody murder, and it'd stay that way. Reaching the bathroom, he shrugs gingerly, wincingly out of his shirt to lay the damage bare. The last of a couple of fingernail scratches that had torn through the fabric are fading into angry red blushes across the front of his chest and throat, but even though the bitemark seems to have mostly stemmed itself by now, his kindly bestowed baby wolverine factor is struggling to comprehend this big of a tear. Some use it is. He'll never be Hugh Jackman at this rate. ]
We got stuff, right? I don't think we've really touched it... [ Mumbled in a half-assed attempt to sound decisive, reaching to tug open one of the little cabinets over the sink in search of first aid. ]
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[ She's doing it again—she hasn't shut out, but she's shutting down, automatic gestures, making lists. Whatever it takes to get from point A to point B. And for right now, it's probably what they need; he'll drift along without argument, save for, ]
We'll figure out what to do with her... [ It's about the firmest thing he's said since he'd screamed bloody murder, and it'd stay that way. Reaching the bathroom, he shrugs gingerly, wincingly out of his shirt to lay the damage bare. The last of a couple of fingernail scratches that had torn through the fabric are fading into angry red blushes across the front of his chest and throat, but even though the bitemark seems to have mostly stemmed itself by now, his kindly bestowed baby wolverine factor is struggling to comprehend this big of a tear. Some use it is. He'll never be Hugh Jackman at this rate. ]
We got stuff, right? I don't think we've really touched it... [ Mumbled in a half-assed attempt to sound decisive, reaching to tug open one of the little cabinets over the sink in search of first aid. ]