First things first, trauma's not one to look weak, and he looked like he was about to pass out. When the other started to lean into him his arm wrapped around him, supporting him. He did look really concerned. "Terry?" He said softly, clearly worried as he looped his other arm around him to hold him up as he realized he was sagging more.
"All right, come on. Jesus, you're bleeding, aren't you?" He moved him to go inside the garage more, towards the old couch he had in there. He sat him down carefully and unlooped his arms, moving to run fingers over the others forehead, pushing back blood smeared hair to try and get a look at the cut there.
"Fuck, man, I saw Jube post about that shit on her NV. I haven't been able to get hold of you at all." He crouched to a knee before the couch to try and survey the damage. To figure out what was hurt and try to clean him up, but honestly, he's still worried looking, scared for the other. Trauma never asks for help, and leaning into him was basically asking just that. Saying he needed a seat was almost as bad. He was worried.
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Date: 2014-11-27 07:47 am (UTC)"All right, come on. Jesus, you're bleeding, aren't you?" He moved him to go inside the garage more, towards the old couch he had in there. He sat him down carefully and unlooped his arms, moving to run fingers over the others forehead, pushing back blood smeared hair to try and get a look at the cut there.
"Fuck, man, I saw Jube post about that shit on her NV. I haven't been able to get hold of you at all." He crouched to a knee before the couch to try and survey the damage. To figure out what was hurt and try to clean him up, but honestly, he's still worried looking, scared for the other. Trauma never asks for help, and leaning into him was basically asking just that. Saying he needed a seat was almost as bad. He was worried.