He swiftly moves to grab him around the waist with one arm, holding him upright, and something cold sinks to the bottom of his stomach. He might have just made a terrible, terrible mistake, but he can't think like that right now. There's no sense dealing in what-ifs, only what is. And what is, is...
Slowly, he takes to a knee, still holding him securely, waiting for some sign that he's alright, that any of this has gone the way it should. Or, failing that, any sign he should rip it right back out again. ]
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He swiftly moves to grab him around the waist with one arm, holding him upright, and something cold sinks to the bottom of his stomach. He might have just made a terrible, terrible mistake, but he can't think like that right now. There's no sense dealing in what-ifs, only what is. And what is, is...
Slowly, he takes to a knee, still holding him securely, waiting for some sign that he's alright, that any of this has gone the way it should. Or, failing that, any sign he should rip it right back out again. ]