[Look, if he's proven good for one thing in a crisis, it's talking people through it from a speaker. Might as well put it on the table.
Doesn't take long in the recovery zone for what's happened here to settle in with grim finality. (What happened to Cloudbank was horrific but it was clean, broken down into component parts and blank slates, emptiness and quiet. This is bloody and burning and still, even in the recovery, chaotic and aching.)
Catching sight of Yusuke in one piece, even after getting in touch, is a hell of a relief. On his feet and making himself useful to boot. Kind of puts a lot of the adults around here to shame. Himself included, maybe. Probably.
He catches up, and Yusuke points out the body in the corner. Familiar and still and shadowed. He takes a breath. More for the psychological benefits of it than anything practical. Okay.]
Okay. Yeah, I see. Sorry I didn't get here sooner.
[Though the matter of Richie's slotted down to second place, at the moment. He has one hand occupied with keeping the Transistor propped up against a shoulder, as usual. (All glowstick albatross, so constant when he's on his feet that he's almost gotten a little too used to the weight of it.) But the other catches carefully at Yusuke's shoulder to pull them to a stop. Just out of reach of the alcove so he can turn to try and get a better look at the kid through that mask.]
...Take it from me, he's not in a hurry. [Not dismissively, really, and not unkindly. But lets be real. Richie's body can wait a few more minutes if they need it. (He'd know.) Carefully casual, if even-tempered. A little bit wry. Maybe too much for the circumstances. But we all have our coping mechanisms. Then, to the point—] Sure you don't want to sit this out?
[Just because Yusuke's apparently got the steam for the extra mile doesn't mean he has to force himself through it. He doesn't want that. He doesn't think Richie would, either.]
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Doesn't take long in the recovery zone for what's happened here to settle in with grim finality. (What happened to Cloudbank was horrific but it was clean, broken down into component parts and blank slates, emptiness and quiet. This is bloody and burning and still, even in the recovery, chaotic and aching.)
Catching sight of Yusuke in one piece, even after getting in touch, is a hell of a relief. On his feet and making himself useful to boot. Kind of puts a lot of the adults around here to shame. Himself included, maybe. Probably.
He catches up, and Yusuke points out the body in the corner. Familiar and still and shadowed. He takes a breath. More for the psychological benefits of it than anything practical. Okay.]
Okay. Yeah, I see. Sorry I didn't get here sooner.
[Though the matter of Richie's slotted down to second place, at the moment. He has one hand occupied with keeping the Transistor propped up against a shoulder, as usual. (All glowstick albatross, so constant when he's on his feet that he's almost gotten a little too used to the weight of it.) But the other catches carefully at Yusuke's shoulder to pull them to a stop. Just out of reach of the alcove so he can turn to try and get a better look at the kid through that mask.]
...Take it from me, he's not in a hurry. [Not dismissively, really, and not unkindly. But lets be real. Richie's body can wait a few more minutes if they need it. (He'd know.) Carefully casual, if even-tempered. A little bit wry. Maybe too much for the circumstances. But we all have our coping mechanisms. Then, to the point—] Sure you don't want to sit this out?
[Just because Yusuke's apparently got the steam for the extra mile doesn't mean he has to force himself through it. He doesn't want that. He doesn't think Richie would, either.]