[ He can hear doom coming, in the form of that wail and metal crashing, and was ready to help Rosette down from the car, when she leaps and grabs his hand, and —
He never told her, like he had Kevin, how one should properly lead a blind man: placing his hand one one's elbow, so that he can, with balance and control, be guided rather than yanked along. Well, there's no point, now. His condition is temporary, after all...
Still, it's a sweet gesture, almost tender in its thoughtlessness. Why do people treat him with such kindness? Why him, the worst of all men? It's enough to make him tear up; he ducks his head as they run, so she won't see. Presently the noise falls off, and he can sense the presence of an alleyway: somewhere with less light and a breath of air, a little crosswind. Somewhere, hopefully, sufficiently out of sight for a moment while he catches his breath. It's harder than before, nowadays. ]
Dear me... tempers seem to be [ pant ] running terribly high! You're okay, hm?
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He never told her, like he had Kevin, how one should properly lead a blind man: placing his hand one one's elbow, so that he can, with balance and control, be guided rather than yanked along. Well, there's no point, now. His condition is temporary, after all...
Still, it's a sweet gesture, almost tender in its thoughtlessness. Why do people treat him with such kindness? Why him, the worst of all men? It's enough to make him tear up; he ducks his head as they run, so she won't see. Presently the noise falls off, and he can sense the presence of an alleyway: somewhere with less light and a breath of air, a little crosswind. Somewhere, hopefully, sufficiently out of sight for a moment while he catches his breath. It's harder than before, nowadays. ]
Dear me... tempers seem to be [ pant ] running terribly high! You're okay, hm?