[ Yes, Rider is extremely difficult to keep a leash on. He goes wherever he wants whenever he wants and won't hear another word about it. Unless pants are involved.

It's good that their size difference actually provides a bit of safety, not that Waver would ever admit to that out loud. But he gets close enough that he hopes he's going to make a difference for this stranger and help him get on his feet. He's wide-eyed at whatever the man is rambling about right now. Whomever or whatever he saw in the fog clearly had an impact. How do you respond to something like that? ]

That's not... I mean, he'll be-- [ Okay? He's probably just in stasis right? No, he can't make those kinds of assumptions. He's at a loss for words, but thankfully, more of the fogginess (lol) clears up for the stranger before Waver's forced to find something useful to say. ]

You.. you fell down. Whatever you think you're seeing, you're not. It's just me here. ... Me and you...

[ That was easier at least... now if only confused space dad will believe him. ]