His breath catches sharply, though he still has enough presence of mind to hold Yusuke steady when he lurches. His hands anchor carefully but firmly on either side of his head, gauze collected under one of his palms. (His own skull is reeling, trying too hard to make sense of such simple words.)
...There's no way to misconstrue their meaning. His fingers twitch against the dressings, betraying his understanding and shock.
He says nothing for what feels like a very long time, memory hollowly rolling through earlier events. (The apartment, the scattered records, the upturned furniture...)
Finally, ] ...I see.
[ He resumes, setting the last of the wrappings in place, swallowing back whatever despair threatens to rise in the pit of his stomach. He still needs to get Yusuke proper medical attention, to a place he can rest—home. ]
Can you walk a bit more?
[ Just enough to get to the entrance. Akira can flag down a carriage from there. ]
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His breath catches sharply, though he still has enough presence of mind to hold Yusuke steady when he lurches. His hands anchor carefully but firmly on either side of his head, gauze collected under one of his palms. (His own skull is reeling, trying too hard to make sense of such simple words.)
...There's no way to misconstrue their meaning. His fingers twitch against the dressings, betraying his understanding and shock.
He says nothing for what feels like a very long time, memory hollowly rolling through earlier events. (The apartment, the scattered records, the upturned furniture...)
Finally, ] ...I see.
[ He resumes, setting the last of the wrappings in place, swallowing back whatever despair threatens to rise in the pit of his stomach. He still needs to get Yusuke proper medical attention, to a place he can rest—home. ]
Can you walk a bit more?
[ Just enough to get to the entrance. Akira can flag down a carriage from there. ]