[ Every single jostle is painful or just plain uncomfortable right now. Some of his senses might be useless or dulled, currently, but not touch. Usually, cotton feels like agony. This?
It's off the scales. It must be a part of that good Catholic boy charm that he suffers it quietly. ] Try everything.
[ Well, mostly quietly. Sarcasm doesn't count, right? Sliding the cane into his lap, he grips at Frank's shoulder when one arm is slung over his shoulders, and grits his teeth as the other man picks him up in his arms to cradle him as they walk to the van. His jaw is set tight, breath harsh through his nose as he goes.
It isn't until they are basically there that a noise of pain slips free. ] It's---it's ok. I'm ok.
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It's off the scales. It must be a part of that good Catholic boy charm that he suffers it quietly. ] Try everything.
[ Well, mostly quietly. Sarcasm doesn't count, right? Sliding the cane into his lap, he grips at Frank's shoulder when one arm is slung over his shoulders, and grits his teeth as the other man picks him up in his arms to cradle him as they walk to the van. His jaw is set tight, breath harsh through his nose as he goes.
It isn't until they are basically there that a noise of pain slips free. ] It's---it's ok. I'm ok.