[ It's a little uncertain for a second, because they're calming, and it feels like their help is genuine, but there's something in him that just wants to panic; a part of him that just wants to live up to the manchild reputation and throw a fit, because he's tired and aching, etc. etc.
But honestly, that seems like a lot of work, and there's a larger part that's defeated. Anger takes a lot more energy than he's will to expend right now, so he just smiles gratefully, though the expression doesn't really soften his ghastly appearance, and he takes both the offered bottle and shirt. ]
Thanks. I'm feeling better, actually.
[ As in, he's got the warm fuzzies from all the friendship floating around them, and it's overpowering the dread that would normally settle in his stomach.
He lifts the shirt to his face without really thinking about it, rubbing it over his cheeks where the blood is drying, and his nose where more is starting to trickle out. With the calm however, comes a bit of unwanted clarity: the slow realization of what exactly is happening, the red blurring over his vision, and the sudden, warm tang of blood in his mouth.
It's a good effort from Keith and Lance, but those warm fuzzies rapidly turn sour as JJ drops to his knees to throw up the contents of his stomach. ]
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But honestly, that seems like a lot of work, and there's a larger part that's defeated. Anger takes a lot more energy than he's will to expend right now, so he just smiles gratefully, though the expression doesn't really soften his ghastly appearance, and he takes both the offered bottle and shirt. ]
Thanks. I'm feeling better, actually.
[ As in, he's got the warm fuzzies from all the friendship floating around them, and it's overpowering the dread that would normally settle in his stomach.
He lifts the shirt to his face without really thinking about it, rubbing it over his cheeks where the blood is drying, and his nose where more is starting to trickle out. With the calm however, comes a bit of unwanted clarity: the slow realization of what exactly is happening, the red blurring over his vision, and the sudden, warm tang of blood in his mouth.
It's a good effort from Keith and Lance, but those warm fuzzies rapidly turn sour as JJ drops to his knees to throw up the contents of his stomach. ]